tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79439066117343354342024-03-14T03:48:33.278-04:00The Fern WorldA place for all things ferny and fern-ish. Follow the adventures of our Fernie Girl as she explores and discovers the world of ferns, possibilities, and opportunities. Write, draw and create with her as we go along. Hali Chambershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01610865910264488901noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943906611734335434.post-79602587426220264382023-05-01T00:52:00.003-04:002023-05-01T00:52:23.210-04:00Ferns & Nature<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;">A few ferny pix from my sister's backyard:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6_WVtGtcSmUBYXbPMR5O2UFKRdys9I6_IFDoGg30uKBe5RITNcCEPPW-yZrQB3eMxz9-VV3fhYmF_VKH02snC-occ8J_MIiNQo5O2_TA0vO5NKGZq23gkG24KfaFZKYX4hkgz8PQC5FsbXFQITBWbBeFkBbTRgw7nnL3ZVBU0TgU5jLiivy4YGYFL/s4032/PXL_20230419_214834825.MP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6_WVtGtcSmUBYXbPMR5O2UFKRdys9I6_IFDoGg30uKBe5RITNcCEPPW-yZrQB3eMxz9-VV3fhYmF_VKH02snC-occ8J_MIiNQo5O2_TA0vO5NKGZq23gkG24KfaFZKYX4hkgz8PQC5FsbXFQITBWbBeFkBbTRgw7nnL3ZVBU0TgU5jLiivy4YGYFL/s320/PXL_20230419_214834825.MP.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9_udd_rYeXHP5n9c7w2Wlb-ufnSg0Hsas70Uc4ZMeEVrhKlECWB3Ep4qnQIwy3yrsnam-5exAHwKmxU9Wd-Nnm-ajBbO8D1-2TUBTMCwhvTdRhIXFt6QE7CRLKxLCr3DX63-5TE0LH5O11PzUCIqJ8dp8q7mDzWiod4t4X7KvXbLCqX4bDRkV2-lY/s320/PXL_20230419_214659304.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is Oly, short for Olympia. She's a Greek turtle:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMAYY4rny8F6BPErCo65a4s5-P44mZI9TPgP9zcij75YHiyEiUO7iUAycgAyGeLf5jwq3mTBsTAG-S7k5TXQ-FBQ4Mq1l2QnHGHFL-IlmbKANLmEcJdTEDwcUH7160TrWz-DfZFtSBzRPLSfT2YVo7ov46KroqCXLkMEpfACBx32LLxAHi6_h-x7bm/s4032/PXL_20230419_220040481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMAYY4rny8F6BPErCo65a4s5-P44mZI9TPgP9zcij75YHiyEiUO7iUAycgAyGeLf5jwq3mTBsTAG-S7k5TXQ-FBQ4Mq1l2QnHGHFL-IlmbKANLmEcJdTEDwcUH7160TrWz-DfZFtSBzRPLSfT2YVo7ov46KroqCXLkMEpfACBx32LLxAHi6_h-x7bm/s320/PXL_20230419_220040481.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She likes long walks in the backyard. She likes to hide in the ferns. She's very sweet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmQAbyq5prQcrIET9JtcdN8Nde6eoTNiBXbDu27EeaXTWnO05ivQbmA8o7GXbhvWVRnVvmjr4iQR1DgLSuNwEBoX1jwH1hYm_qwMnjsGBJcxcMqs9qdW3IJwaHUXR_XwGISEO0_cPiPhp1JNMNqlj9VWzxSjC-P5WGbMQnAnW-f1rjVNmvfPcr63Zh/s4032/PXL_20230419_220059061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmQAbyq5prQcrIET9JtcdN8Nde6eoTNiBXbDu27EeaXTWnO05ivQbmA8o7GXbhvWVRnVvmjr4iQR1DgLSuNwEBoX1jwH1hYm_qwMnjsGBJcxcMqs9qdW3IJwaHUXR_XwGISEO0_cPiPhp1JNMNqlj9VWzxSjC-P5WGbMQnAnW-f1rjVNmvfPcr63Zh/s320/PXL_20230419_220059061.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hullo.</div>Hali Chambershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01610865910264488901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943906611734335434.post-55295034061464907872023-03-24T00:39:00.002-04:002023-03-24T00:39:34.809-04:00Natural Scientists / Dark Academia Gallery Wall <p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh46JEhk_C1mUnlp5ELVG-8HU0c7OeMQpbHnq8drpZ5chD11uhN7LiLJ156AVb5JqFGYd5dW1OEVAgYZvtEL5EU-HkYy2xlUKe1h6zkrT6UDdQHM8RHjcfIkJiFoWBtj2WB9hnWa_U-KQZK_3q3aTEPE-QOYsKrGS2PnDDVT_Gyt2v-Q66UK5qJzmLT/s2400/Dark-Academia-Gallery-Wall-T-Nail.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="2400" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh46JEhk_C1mUnlp5ELVG-8HU0c7OeMQpbHnq8drpZ5chD11uhN7LiLJ156AVb5JqFGYd5dW1OEVAgYZvtEL5EU-HkYy2xlUKe1h6zkrT6UDdQHM8RHjcfIkJiFoWBtj2WB9hnWa_U-KQZK_3q3aTEPE-QOYsKrGS2PnDDVT_Gyt2v-Q66UK5qJzmLT/w400-h225/Dark-Academia-Gallery-Wall-T-Nail.jpg" width="400" /></a></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This is my office area. When I moved in, I set up my computer on the peninsula between the kitchen and living room and then the decor evolved from there. To the left of the monitor is book wallpaper adhered to the back of a small shelf unit that I use as a divider "wall." And it's extra shelf/storage in the kitchen. Above the monitor to the right were two cupboard doors that I removed and replaced with the bulletin board (which I've covered with lace). It houses kitchen stuff that's accessible from the kitchen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbWcRmSDlJvqlQUCZoZ1dVLXBhWD-V0Gy7vvIaLCJsDeatAAi9G8eudQPEXiMnE7sNH9UYviAesWLQ1Rmv5N3UT4VYXPCnQjudLfGMgcQ3cXdNKZQ-y6N15hiRo-CbfdNzbI0GzGo670hIQHGKIU_1gC40K75J8TO3NzqLNgJlti8sMuQuAGg9-uoV/s1644/Gallery-wall-2.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1189" data-original-width="1644" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbWcRmSDlJvqlQUCZoZ1dVLXBhWD-V0Gy7vvIaLCJsDeatAAi9G8eudQPEXiMnE7sNH9UYviAesWLQ1Rmv5N3UT4VYXPCnQjudLfGMgcQ3cXdNKZQ-y6N15hiRo-CbfdNzbI0GzGo670hIQHGKIU_1gC40K75J8TO3NzqLNgJlti8sMuQuAGg9-uoV/w400-h289/Gallery-wall-2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Close-up of <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00Y3P6RAK/ref=ppx_yo_dt_b_search_asin_title?ie=UTF8&psc=1" target="_blank">bookcase wallpaper</a> & plants on top of shelf:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsPrPsCw-wvPISkoIifDS9IpQZLhT38yuSDh01kK4wH7bxSXmFszax3usocDGr1-9tL3dfWa4VxwqWe1xcRMkTR1oBgoBxB2s7DfZyz1IiK-WSF0e4oceTogm9qXaQiiVEP4HlEDvgyRbpVH3caoibb6BieKLSI3tQYcLWv0eXLi_P8un9K1Jz0WIT/s1240/PXL_20230323_163422157.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="869" data-original-width="1240" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsPrPsCw-wvPISkoIifDS9IpQZLhT38yuSDh01kK4wH7bxSXmFszax3usocDGr1-9tL3dfWa4VxwqWe1xcRMkTR1oBgoBxB2s7DfZyz1IiK-WSF0e4oceTogm9qXaQiiVEP4HlEDvgyRbpVH3caoibb6BieKLSI3tQYcLWv0eXLi_P8un9K1Jz0WIT/w400-h280/PXL_20230323_163422157.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">To the right of the monitor is more book wallpaper adhered to a piece of foamboard, to give a cohesive look and hide the back of the microwave:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIgfinKnv5ub_KEoLZboGkoX83JvdWbAogofLJwt-Irq6W5WxH7tour8oZFV7c2fzIOfLlh5QsoS9_yXxT_mlci4KqauAXVI9JDaXQNi7AciMDkw2OZi5GvoB_1i7FuTDTJ8o6u2ZL-ND_S8hGOoOWPNVw14gNUgFCJf_L1bMOq7U1U9t4wz5QRksg/s4032/PXL_20230321_020010034.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIgfinKnv5ub_KEoLZboGkoX83JvdWbAogofLJwt-Irq6W5WxH7tour8oZFV7c2fzIOfLlh5QsoS9_yXxT_mlci4KqauAXVI9JDaXQNi7AciMDkw2OZi5GvoB_1i7FuTDTJ8o6u2ZL-ND_S8hGOoOWPNVw14gNUgFCJf_L1bMOq7U1U9t4wz5QRksg/w400-h300/PXL_20230321_020010034.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Corner:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPamb3NLdHX6GqR3FbT9eDtXf3h87qKiQRb6CAX5psTq8GF3lhaa5rlAFvXbYOKClJApQKjMa8kPPBotyQrISCs49L1Qfj4HiwJPCnYwxDzVBDBGMQ7f4h8vje9yPaH-IIXaIf05usHgNP4PeUW2euGPwa4OPhXBBGp8xmE9PbEayZOLRBvtM9yMK6/s1650/Gallery-wall-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1275" data-original-width="1650" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPamb3NLdHX6GqR3FbT9eDtXf3h87qKiQRb6CAX5psTq8GF3lhaa5rlAFvXbYOKClJApQKjMa8kPPBotyQrISCs49L1Qfj4HiwJPCnYwxDzVBDBGMQ7f4h8vje9yPaH-IIXaIf05usHgNP4PeUW2euGPwa4OPhXBBGp8xmE9PbEayZOLRBvtM9yMK6/w400-h309/Gallery-wall-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Close-up of corner:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-TXHNMrl0-5FagARG2COq7uYOLnAxgPpe8Y-PpOH7bAFuoUV95qWkrIQMXSOIw6vWVISFqVkkRQNQ44225A-vpkYuc_uNj3BoZXEWlmnoqJBSlMACuMHt7-yhJ05zjEMZR_abVo3-NyBcyEAy-2Av-uQLc_Kq7yhwHCNL2l79E7BiB25MiJycCTon/s4032/PXL_20230321_015954540.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-TXHNMrl0-5FagARG2COq7uYOLnAxgPpe8Y-PpOH7bAFuoUV95qWkrIQMXSOIw6vWVISFqVkkRQNQ44225A-vpkYuc_uNj3BoZXEWlmnoqJBSlMACuMHt7-yhJ05zjEMZR_abVo3-NyBcyEAy-2Av-uQLc_Kq7yhwHCNL2l79E7BiB25MiJycCTon/w400-h300/PXL_20230321_015954540.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photos are of Mum's mum as young woman and at age 5, looking very Victorian!</span></b></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Copper book plate for a fern book & a painting by my artist friend Betsy:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgi0susk6LlhnWNuZSbP6J4vsfnp5q7i292nbQKveqSswZi8jwAELNfBThDS_fqlfqad4kjrVhbIKSQScz1o8HIcPO15C5PFz4asYUj3Rc_r0NV2BwQCoa-ftckOJGJ_zSmiaEMchFUUK4utpyb_SZi47cHdT8W1XcQ29NVRF9MYQJYKv3yMHCcHr/s4032/PXL_20230321_015959353.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgi0susk6LlhnWNuZSbP6J4vsfnp5q7i292nbQKveqSswZi8jwAELNfBThDS_fqlfqad4kjrVhbIKSQScz1o8HIcPO15C5PFz4asYUj3Rc_r0NV2BwQCoa-ftckOJGJ_zSmiaEMchFUUK4utpyb_SZi47cHdT8W1XcQ29NVRF9MYQJYKv3yMHCcHr/w400-h300/PXL_20230321_015959353.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Full gallery wall:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbFq_SA-NkXKdpVBfNauoDPR_s6RkYqnWd6kScStWTSLTKNOZhNXjtP5lFRi-SZ6vxsVYzXmU_zfW5sFzobkf16bnnHpLsRlydFAMpBa6IKcOztHgNBfhKPu9npwuFaztnYXr7yoFrYcBbSOs2E8tAFv9AX9bnyI3F1HF3WTVkkE5KRvkyqYuLWFbL/s1650/gallery-wall-3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1650" data-original-width="1275" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbFq_SA-NkXKdpVBfNauoDPR_s6RkYqnWd6kScStWTSLTKNOZhNXjtP5lFRi-SZ6vxsVYzXmU_zfW5sFzobkf16bnnHpLsRlydFAMpBa6IKcOztHgNBfhKPu9npwuFaztnYXr7yoFrYcBbSOs2E8tAFv9AX9bnyI3F1HF3WTVkkE5KRvkyqYuLWFbL/w494-h640/gallery-wall-3.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The fabric is a fern eco-print from Nik The Booksmith and it covers a printer. To the right of that is a framed collection of dried flowers that I got at a thrift store: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCdL-Fq9FuvI4C4t_nj1orqI2e_CPCIgWwHjDs-YoE6S65N2dzCKdxm9VhSUTeLquhxitCeezQtyPmSouEmzaVIidHZc6Aj9wePdjsvvXm1U65mJg39OdI7ZxiB1QoSLfL0DkIRFbmfxGxzVFaGwNg-4pc8NZv8XW2XMAXxsZqSNvl1kzXKp95SVPd/s3522/PXL_20230324_040756377.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3522" data-original-width="2815" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCdL-Fq9FuvI4C4t_nj1orqI2e_CPCIgWwHjDs-YoE6S65N2dzCKdxm9VhSUTeLquhxitCeezQtyPmSouEmzaVIidHZc6Aj9wePdjsvvXm1U65mJg39OdI7ZxiB1QoSLfL0DkIRFbmfxGxzVFaGwNg-4pc8NZv8XW2XMAXxsZqSNvl1kzXKp95SVPd/w320-h400/PXL_20230324_040756377.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On the back, it says:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpSRgyZTYsPS84jLvU7khZYE7jA9DKNXeRocvsclhT6gDVq1Xwc6iJ-eWY4mqBYypmc2FxL4SxZDfOgoDz82qyhdN57y3RkjoC-eXGTbJjhvnZAxIN0eqwSZe7CwW2bNJZBi-lKNkp2QF9IBWqiCSBdE9yvfyVvxRoI0XGk0gpP4UyAllwDTDXaQJw/s3196/PXL_20230324_034121482.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1363" data-original-width="3196" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpSRgyZTYsPS84jLvU7khZYE7jA9DKNXeRocvsclhT6gDVq1Xwc6iJ-eWY4mqBYypmc2FxL4SxZDfOgoDz82qyhdN57y3RkjoC-eXGTbJjhvnZAxIN0eqwSZe7CwW2bNJZBi-lKNkp2QF9IBWqiCSBdE9yvfyVvxRoI0XGk0gpP4UyAllwDTDXaQJw/w400-h170/PXL_20230324_034121482.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Detail of homage to Nathaniel Bagshaw Ward: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoYIM8IWpboRAfeWb3poDceBdqqZ33enI2cyV8wHHpRjs1qdmskcwe0hwEqWJ9kW-DRosa1mVKkjL5PCnx6E2uDQkAEn6I-QIqsUDEWlv2hYaQ_cMrIpu4ShI_2qSzlOcGvYZ0B9zInoWKBLPxzpvfgI9ftlHd7N2A9RpYWcHnBoC0sW36H0SO8ZHD/s4032/PXL_20230320_182007960.MP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoYIM8IWpboRAfeWb3poDceBdqqZ33enI2cyV8wHHpRjs1qdmskcwe0hwEqWJ9kW-DRosa1mVKkjL5PCnx6E2uDQkAEn6I-QIqsUDEWlv2hYaQ_cMrIpu4ShI_2qSzlOcGvYZ0B9zInoWKBLPxzpvfgI9ftlHd7N2A9RpYWcHnBoC0sW36H0SO8ZHD/w400-h300/PXL_20230320_182007960.MP.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Free floating moths are from <a href="https://thegraphicsfairy.com/" target="_blank">The Graphics Fairy</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Complete with a mini-Wardian case from Dollar Tree:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguuDME8clVUEJZOc_rAh6Oki6AJnNWllxGwBd5UD4NQT4Xs_ZJXKdOQu5bNcifgghpAc6sRV1SX3nr_ud6im_93AzrDojsEi8UF_yUreT-jNdwjc-T0Ixxm-_wtmBzEQOrfcYrXNgnCH2U0LvvljmlbcvOkES0NQsr4pHAY6IwIDDjzujOjf4hCYJg/s4032/PXL_20230320_182412714.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguuDME8clVUEJZOc_rAh6Oki6AJnNWllxGwBd5UD4NQT4Xs_ZJXKdOQu5bNcifgghpAc6sRV1SX3nr_ud6im_93AzrDojsEi8UF_yUreT-jNdwjc-T0Ixxm-_wtmBzEQOrfcYrXNgnCH2U0LvvljmlbcvOkES0NQsr4pHAY6IwIDDjzujOjf4hCYJg/w300-h400/PXL_20230320_182412714.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Underneath the little shelf thingie:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQUr3JOEk52BYgeA9xs1y2EZlt1L56Qhv04oqKauIYzekcRzI3_ZWTzp-xKufLnT5EYHEEQ37egL0GrwFRHH41h1pV6ROcfHFirJKsxrjE8jJoHY6mMm7DbQomHrp8lUwNU5FEq_40-Izl32pfjin0ZFieEYepInYGCbv1N9hJ1GXkWarvsPK7XZaJ/s4032/PXL_20230321_015945928.MP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQUr3JOEk52BYgeA9xs1y2EZlt1L56Qhv04oqKauIYzekcRzI3_ZWTzp-xKufLnT5EYHEEQ37egL0GrwFRHH41h1pV6ROcfHFirJKsxrjE8jJoHY6mMm7DbQomHrp8lUwNU5FEq_40-Izl32pfjin0ZFieEYepInYGCbv1N9hJ1GXkWarvsPK7XZaJ/w400-h300/PXL_20230321_015945928.MP.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Left to right: Professor Anderson, director of Chelsea Gardens, Dr. Asa Gray, botanist at Harvard, and Nathaniel Bagshaw Ward.</div><div><br /></div>I suspect these to be 3 of NB Ward's children. The photos are from <a href="https://www.npg.org.uk/collections/search/set/192/Literary+%26+scientific+club+by+Maull+%26+Polyblank" target="_blank">the Literary and Scientific Portrait Club: photographs by Maull & Polyblank, circa 1855</a>. They look like siblings, and I see a resemblance to NB Ward:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7dYUSu_vep9VZF73GPGrLQRkUB5c38DcHlGv2CKXMYR_WLV_PPX300LOhttB1-nJa7PuiZpUphPjGMynQQTT50SmP4ltWFkflRw0kCqm93QaCo2DkFa-QpHHLE0DSkQ00nFunKutax2GbagLDIgv1gTkxgs97K4Mp574yaM-rFumwmDr0fF8MAXXd/s3214/Ward-kids.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1851" data-original-width="3214" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7dYUSu_vep9VZF73GPGrLQRkUB5c38DcHlGv2CKXMYR_WLV_PPX300LOhttB1-nJa7PuiZpUphPjGMynQQTT50SmP4ltWFkflRw0kCqm93QaCo2DkFa-QpHHLE0DSkQ00nFunKutax2GbagLDIgv1gTkxgs97K4Mp574yaM-rFumwmDr0fF8MAXXd/w400-h230/Ward-kids.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">More 19th century botanical artists and authors: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1NMD-UvBxLyKbJ_cR-FTyAUcGDU0T_lb-H4J3lMtPwHUJAGOJpirue6uKMfBM2OrTO-CEI9Cuu1pIlDU4pgP0r1tcnze7vJDmbYwRIc3_-esECK4L3JWxcXoc9PUuLIzKgGkFOLq6mpJUIjIxtVXIHu53KstK0dwL1laontT9mCU11tcQXHW4weZk/s4032/PXL_20230320_182018234.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1NMD-UvBxLyKbJ_cR-FTyAUcGDU0T_lb-H4J3lMtPwHUJAGOJpirue6uKMfBM2OrTO-CEI9Cuu1pIlDU4pgP0r1tcnze7vJDmbYwRIc3_-esECK4L3JWxcXoc9PUuLIzKgGkFOLq6mpJUIjIxtVXIHu53KstK0dwL1laontT9mCU11tcQXHW4weZk/w400-h300/PXL_20230320_182018234.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Top, Left to Right: <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helena_Scott" target="_blank">Helena Scott,</a> her sister <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harriet_Morgan" target="_blank">Harriet Scott</a> with Harriet's moth painting between them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Bottom, Left to Right: <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kate_Chopin" target="_blank">Kate Chopin</a>, author of <i>The Awakening</i>, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anna_Atkins" target="_blank">Anna Atkins</a>, & <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louisa_May_Alcott" target="_blank">Louisa May Alcott</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">To the right of all of them is Jane Austen, of course!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This a print from author and botanical artist, <a href="https://christineandreae.com/botanica-watercolors/" target="_blank">Christine Andreae</a>:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjrdXDaGgqZYtMNyHYtS453RQoM_J0npZANwFj7ukWzHggPFWCVxNAoOVCOeK-4lUvu42d79OIMSd_zydGPB51OGMoS_xwHaYUGoR9ODE30PCFDvYu5PYmz9JVz-CJX_-gk1thNZkh0PkbqZeO8HdL30-aaWC5RSqhmqc9GPs6465UjTKGsc-_gWZ5/s2957/Bluebells.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2957" data-original-width="2196" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjrdXDaGgqZYtMNyHYtS453RQoM_J0npZANwFj7ukWzHggPFWCVxNAoOVCOeK-4lUvu42d79OIMSd_zydGPB51OGMoS_xwHaYUGoR9ODE30PCFDvYu5PYmz9JVz-CJX_-gk1thNZkh0PkbqZeO8HdL30-aaWC5RSqhmqc9GPs6465UjTKGsc-_gWZ5/w298-h400/Bluebells.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She's like a modern day Edith Holden!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>Fern print that camouflages the heat register:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigLuyVMns4sxJQ7pdr7uSjtqwgNtGsbvhJS4iuOURUUq6LXMkj2EXCP6Vc01uh4ce6G4Bo-QHETrQkgRsdTJ85Atl8wT53r0Dld_6ksh1vlKacZstq5wKescljIFVp3v4jBeqF6BINkke4TwqfQpkZiyRSLifufsCej0L-aJ1Nh6w8SR8ugjRK4vSa/s3120/PXL_20230324_040820555.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3120" data-original-width="2496" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigLuyVMns4sxJQ7pdr7uSjtqwgNtGsbvhJS4iuOURUUq6LXMkj2EXCP6Vc01uh4ce6G4Bo-QHETrQkgRsdTJ85Atl8wT53r0Dld_6ksh1vlKacZstq5wKescljIFVp3v4jBeqF6BINkke4TwqfQpkZiyRSLifufsCej0L-aJ1Nh6w8SR8ugjRK4vSa/w320-h400/PXL_20230324_040820555.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beatrix_Potter" target="_blank">Beatrix Potter</a> with her dog Kep, at Hilltop Farm and <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_Gaskell" target="_blank">Elizabeth Gaskell</a>:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO_wiGI-Cz30wC2izkd0lpD9bbwpPWhWgM--9c16oPFSfUOCr2uo6JZGRAbVXvG_dXfkivOBDL7us4mxsg3SbDciIHVnMchtZqtya3wkgJMlr6wZTQNK4DMw70oF7PsMJUnvb6fZevcxh4yyxuaksfYXR8MUzrQbgaCbllIv7WjlhTlyiyf9em7xHd/s3847/PXL_20230324_040731865.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2214" data-original-width="3847" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO_wiGI-Cz30wC2izkd0lpD9bbwpPWhWgM--9c16oPFSfUOCr2uo6JZGRAbVXvG_dXfkivOBDL7us4mxsg3SbDciIHVnMchtZqtya3wkgJMlr6wZTQNK4DMw70oF7PsMJUnvb6fZevcxh4yyxuaksfYXR8MUzrQbgaCbllIv7WjlhTlyiyf9em7xHd/w400-h230/PXL_20230324_040731865.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1jx6nks-i0" style="text-align: left;" target="_blank">Here's a link to a video walk-thru</a><span style="text-align: left;">.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div>Here are a coupla bonus pix of the "Parlour" area, not in the video:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPCTkzz4oX_3CqOT42mywz5TNCkgSy_VklrV99mzCC3Om-sa8xDNYKvtutE79Vafxnw_Wa9C8tv9aDnPjhzVmCkLcEjw1G2srfbK2kBkiAviDPpOWDgU364O1mMSO-Ak3gbevEE-ffbFecS2N7Tkoj77VMrBQ8tf5mG6Zm1RUSu4VvKlOBTpWOMLmm/s4032/PXL_20230318_172418799.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPCTkzz4oX_3CqOT42mywz5TNCkgSy_VklrV99mzCC3Om-sa8xDNYKvtutE79Vafxnw_Wa9C8tv9aDnPjhzVmCkLcEjw1G2srfbK2kBkiAviDPpOWDgU364O1mMSO-Ak3gbevEE-ffbFecS2N7Tkoj77VMrBQ8tf5mG6Zm1RUSu4VvKlOBTpWOMLmm/w400-h300/PXL_20230318_172418799.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tabby Bobcat asleep on the recliner. Lady is curled up in the cat/beagle bed. The book graphic is actually a <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0B2V98J8X/ref=ppx_yo_dt_b_search_asin_title?ie=UTF8&psc=1" target="_blank">shower curtain</a> that I adhered to the back of a cupboard unit, that I use as a "half wall." It was a lot easier to do that than my original idea of doing the book wallpaper.</div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And up above, is Yoda-Kitty in her "Hutch Lair":</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCDJ_sLUriMXHGzEBFbxIjCXs0EhQ15brw9MtmbTDA0VP6J11ZUFQmdoBfZ-HfmikavK6gcDZbVNaTt2J-8n8EuMcL6EwDnIyMNox7r0M7IfPjP4cl200GCl85zVfbMwMrHd6k_LH1Hjjyl8JI_Q8EbvPOG7pKHUHi-VxkypQkGG-30BPQzO3-4zSI/s4032/PXL_20230322_203759065.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCDJ_sLUriMXHGzEBFbxIjCXs0EhQ15brw9MtmbTDA0VP6J11ZUFQmdoBfZ-HfmikavK6gcDZbVNaTt2J-8n8EuMcL6EwDnIyMNox7r0M7IfPjP4cl200GCl85zVfbMwMrHd6k_LH1Hjjyl8JI_Q8EbvPOG7pKHUHi-VxkypQkGG-30BPQzO3-4zSI/w400-h300/PXL_20230322_203759065.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Zzzzzzz . . . . :-)</div>Hali Chambershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01610865910264488901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943906611734335434.post-2556952101688859322022-11-02T21:45:00.002-04:002022-11-02T21:53:19.359-04:00Victorian Photography<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_OBNWuyZeeetp3wlFv8jd3obWm3d9KObfOxoKWBezX7d4rWVn2NYHDZSmnSbj_ztzz5WxCQAiJTBK-ZhRyxFmOorPCECiATzt4xn111EJPYs7DFvjl-Q8T-tq9FEKrgD8TqvIXbnloLAk6xWsWgPhnwCsCf6jtenNeLQMjJ970D_0wjgI4gdotugs/s3300/Victorian%20Photog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3300" data-original-width="2550" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_OBNWuyZeeetp3wlFv8jd3obWm3d9KObfOxoKWBezX7d4rWVn2NYHDZSmnSbj_ztzz5WxCQAiJTBK-ZhRyxFmOorPCECiATzt4xn111EJPYs7DFvjl-Q8T-tq9FEKrgD8TqvIXbnloLAk6xWsWgPhnwCsCf6jtenNeLQMjJ970D_0wjgI4gdotugs/w494-h640/Victorian%20Photog.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Hali Chambershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01610865910264488901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943906611734335434.post-37364036258623313432022-10-11T11:35:00.003-04:002022-10-11T12:52:49.421-04:00A Ferny Book Leads to Squirreling<p> As I research original sources from the 19th century, I find myself curious about little tidbits I might find. If I see an advertisement or a letter with an address, I will hop over to Google Maps and look it up. Bonus if there's a street view! Here's a recent example:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmMDYI1hZ_JlHXZpZ6SXPKkxhbBZhPb5pJbYTVXjZBwIjKoE1FdKqQH8WFr2TqdBuUOCMcdmyKh_TKPlRCp7xG7HZsEhR0uzjBWPzKticykpIzNb1FqMC4Dp1veMOSv1o9yh2d8_GROuYY9AZ-SeMclWexFYRbdoUHBLtjqPRoS24YEk8aUIbM-PAo/s3215/gri_33125010454409_0000.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3215" data-original-width="2232" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmMDYI1hZ_JlHXZpZ6SXPKkxhbBZhPb5pJbYTVXjZBwIjKoE1FdKqQH8WFr2TqdBuUOCMcdmyKh_TKPlRCp7xG7HZsEhR0uzjBWPzKticykpIzNb1FqMC4Dp1veMOSv1o9yh2d8_GROuYY9AZ-SeMclWexFYRbdoUHBLtjqPRoS24YEk8aUIbM-PAo/w278-h400/gri_33125010454409_0000.jpg" width="278" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Note the ferns on the cover!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiACa5fcpkZtkcTh1wy-P9H8-eb5wjnKspMXajHeCfXN_MvkyxNRWGYcs3VJf2JwtMbk3fdGHnamqEkA_APA5gTg9bxhihjDbonr0J-ibxDMtP1jjAp7-6yZZlrTZuiKegxA2W34dywFjP6OvIpFzct-9bzfUJ3SVg0XnblLqJszHK0w-GFwmJICPzq/s3044/gri_33125010454409_0006.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3044" data-original-width="1893" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiACa5fcpkZtkcTh1wy-P9H8-eb5wjnKspMXajHeCfXN_MvkyxNRWGYcs3VJf2JwtMbk3fdGHnamqEkA_APA5gTg9bxhihjDbonr0J-ibxDMtP1jjAp7-6yZZlrTZuiKegxA2W34dywFjP6OvIpFzct-9bzfUJ3SVg0XnblLqJszHK0w-GFwmJICPzq/w249-h400/gri_33125010454409_0006.jpg" width="249" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And, this got my attention; a name and address!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt2aIh9ttfHG5Gk_2w887n7vyEOWQ0BTcP4NIkOZq_GbeuY71gqszTNM9bdall4KInvTONXwNSZzYLHK1D-j2sltVYuTzrYFrIpyXTPcKdhdZT0HXFFBrY8LG299gNOxl0meevGcC-XFMjnVAeJ3yOvOpodov-6sBgOwiMdNP8e3KNyS9uGUMFC3Vn/s3151/gri_33125010454409_0002.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3151" data-original-width="1905" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt2aIh9ttfHG5Gk_2w887n7vyEOWQ0BTcP4NIkOZq_GbeuY71gqszTNM9bdall4KInvTONXwNSZzYLHK1D-j2sltVYuTzrYFrIpyXTPcKdhdZT0HXFFBrY8LG299gNOxl0meevGcC-XFMjnVAeJ3yOvOpodov-6sBgOwiMdNP8e3KNyS9uGUMFC3Vn/w241-h400/gri_33125010454409_0002.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ethel Kershaw, Radcliff House, Pudsey</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Who was she? Lookit! I found her in a <a href="https://vitaldb.moorlandit.com/print_record.php?rid=C792864&sid=924" target="_blank">1911 census!</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ethel May Kershaw, only daughter of Hugh, 50 & Eleanor Mary, 42. They've been married 17 years. Hugh is a "medical practitioner." Who else is living in the house?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Hyland family: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Samuel, aged 70, retired cashier & Eleanor, aged 59; married 31 years </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Only son/ child, Frederick Hunter Hyland, aged 19 and in medical school. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Servants: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Annie Dales, 58, general domestic servant. Single.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Marie Roze Buxton, 19, the cook. Single. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Boarder:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Charles Suffield Brown, 24, medical student. Single.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What can we surmise about this household?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They only had 2 servants, so they were not regarded as wealthy. They have two young men who are medical students, which leads me to believe that Dr. Kershaw was a teacher at the local school or a mentor of sorts. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What about the relationships of the Hylands and Kershaws?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's possible that Eleanor Hyland & Eleanor Mary Kershaw were sisters. It seems strange to us that they would have the same first name, but this was common practice to name daughters after their mothers. E.g. Marie Antoinette's sisters were all Maria Something. They were then called by their middle names or a nickname by their families. Just the name Elizabeth could become Lizzie, Eliza, Bess, Beth, etc. etc. allowing for all the daughters to be named after their mother Elizabeth. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Back to Ethel, who started this whole thing! What can we gather about this young girl? Either she was interested in drawing or this was a textbook. It was published in 1878.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There are questions in the back which suggests this was a class she took or a book someone lent her because she had an interest in drawing:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj97MCbCaU-SR0BkY0GVG8XKAiuEnP80k2RxHMxGpdRwwiu6-N4wH_O-zRcfc6lcD_NAV3tKH0Q7Udxa0xo7d_EGbajfaFiOH8e-_ajsbHUnB9sagA2viUD_6Q_eX3F7qBrx-Y6tdh8hgxPlW9J5_hCd1FMDlJJ7y2QGwtnOoR45bYN7ntCrEgilYhT/s3044/gri_33125010454409_0258.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3044" data-original-width="1872" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj97MCbCaU-SR0BkY0GVG8XKAiuEnP80k2RxHMxGpdRwwiu6-N4wH_O-zRcfc6lcD_NAV3tKH0Q7Udxa0xo7d_EGbajfaFiOH8e-_ajsbHUnB9sagA2viUD_6Q_eX3F7qBrx-Y6tdh8hgxPlW9J5_hCd1FMDlJJ7y2QGwtnOoR45bYN7ntCrEgilYhT/w246-h400/gri_33125010454409_0258.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But what about Radcliffe House in Pudsey? Was it a grand estate? Is it still there? I searched for <a href="https://www.google.com/maps/place/Northern+Healthcare+Ltd+-+Radcliffe+House/@53.7925886,-1.6662193,620m/data=!3m2!1e3!4b1!4m5!3m4!1s0x487be1e15a2507b9:0x7103531b8eba04b1!8m2!3d53.7925911!4d-1.6641196" target="_blank">Radcliffe House, Pudsey, England on Google Maps</a>. YES! It's still there. And . . . it's <a href="https://www.northernhealthcare.org.uk/services/yorkshire/radcliffe-house/" target="_blank">a mental healthcare facility now</a>. You'll be able to see some disappointing photos of the exterior and interior of the house. The current decor has wiped out original architectural features and the character the house would have had originally. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you click on <a href="https://www.google.com/maps/place/Northern+Healthcare+Ltd+-+Radcliffe+House/@53.7926121,-1.6643097,3a,75y,97.85h,90t/data=!3m7!1e1!3m5!1sGqmoSTie1nFzHiCI3AprAA!2e0!6shttps:%2F%2Fstreetviewpixels-pa.googleapis.com%2Fv1%2Fthumbnail%3Fpanoid%3DGqmoSTie1nFzHiCI3AprAA%26cb_client%3Dmaps_sv.tactile.gps%26w%3D203%26h%3D100%26yaw%3D97.854996%26pitch%3D0%26thumbfov%3D100!7i16384!8i8192!4m14!1m6!3m5!1s0x487be1e15a2507b9:0x7103531b8eba04b1!2sNorthern+Healthcare+Ltd+-+Radcliffe+House!8m2!3d53.7925911!4d-1.6641196!3m6!1s0x487be1e15a2507b9:0x7103531b8eba04b1!8m2!3d53.7925911!4d-1.6641196!14m1!1BCgIgARICCAI" target="_blank">Street View</a> (Upper left corner of the screen) you're facing a row of back yards. What pretty gardens everyone has! Turn around clockwise, and you'll get a view of the side of Radcliffe House. Those trees (or shrubs?) must be very old. In front of the hedge are rocks all along the lane, which could have once been a garden wall. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Keep going clock wise and follow the lane of Radcliffe Gardens and you'll see a sign for the house. There's no really good view of the whole house from Google Maps. <a href="https://www.google.com/maps/place/Northern+Healthcare+Ltd+-+Radcliffe+House/@53.7931052,-1.6646877,3a,75y,173.56h,79.01t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1sK6ItwKv2YDD-rpng4BDwMA!2e0!7i16384!8i8192!4m5!3m4!1s0x487be1e15a2507b9:0x7103531b8eba04b1!8m2!3d53.7925911!4d-1.6641196" target="_blank">Here's a view </a>from Radcliffe Lane. It's a fun little jaunt around the block, tho.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Further research :</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*History of Radcliffe House</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*Old maps of <span style="text-align: center;">Pudsey</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*What exactly was a "retired cashier" in 1911? Accountant? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*What happened to the medical students? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*What happened to Ethel? Did she marry? Have a family? Stay at Radcliffe? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But this is where I need to stop. Seriously. If I were researching family history, or working on a project specifically for this, or <i>getting paid</i> for my infernal curiosity, then I would continue. But I will end it there and leave you with a coupla ferny illustrations:</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2m2vO6weZqz40c3RuNUEiZLWUvekTTUGWNXTUrG7gbBffPPMCdPztJaG0lleltnK8QnUgGHr2hqv5vbVB0Z1C7smPEdgAqEXvK0IcAdKxJLMNMC9gVEpGgTR3MPJOvG_1OniILxcy-MlLOxg8o6_5LdWPiHzq-Z2lmsEgzN9ulq49_ZJiYR9WcT7o/s3044/gri_33125010454409_0004.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3044" data-original-width="1908" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2m2vO6weZqz40c3RuNUEiZLWUvekTTUGWNXTUrG7gbBffPPMCdPztJaG0lleltnK8QnUgGHr2hqv5vbVB0Z1C7smPEdgAqEXvK0IcAdKxJLMNMC9gVEpGgTR3MPJOvG_1OniILxcy-MlLOxg8o6_5LdWPiHzq-Z2lmsEgzN9ulq49_ZJiYR9WcT7o/w251-h400/gri_33125010454409_0004.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuxkS45Y8AE9wFzsKp3oAsSN4RTW1oZVb0Nit35IGX4CT5gYTi1QUI9MRy7CgsTqsqtNyQA4iqDvcY7XX6sMBr3mptMRcKkcS_5sA2NgOuweKzNUE2_x-Qf4sPrxFgAl6GDP3hy33A7HhHBN_x1AP-_LxnzxOZoe7lP_ipvIOOcSJjd5B84NmV-H4Z/s3044/gri_33125010454409_0196.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3044" data-original-width="1905" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuxkS45Y8AE9wFzsKp3oAsSN4RTW1oZVb0Nit35IGX4CT5gYTi1QUI9MRy7CgsTqsqtNyQA4iqDvcY7XX6sMBr3mptMRcKkcS_5sA2NgOuweKzNUE2_x-Qf4sPrxFgAl6GDP3hy33A7HhHBN_x1AP-_LxnzxOZoe7lP_ipvIOOcSJjd5B84NmV-H4Z/w250-h400/gri_33125010454409_0196.jpg" width="250" /></a></div>Hali Chambershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01610865910264488901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943906611734335434.post-38227211863535953432022-08-26T07:02:00.000-04:002022-08-26T07:02:38.426-04:00Finally! A Writing Book for The Rest of Us!<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;">"There are as many different ways of writing a book as there are writers, but we all end up with a finished book regardless of how we get there. You have to find the process that works for you." ~Joanna Penn</span></i></span></div><p></p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;">What a breath of fresh air Joanna Penn is! The books I've read on writing have all stressed structure, plotting, and outlining--all of which stressed me out and made me wonder what was wrong with me and why wasn't I more disciplined. She doesn't dismiss non-outliners as "pantsers." Instead of appealing to those who naturally have an outline, she reframes this kind of writing as "discovery writing." When I'm writing fiction, I often think, "Oooooh, what's going to happen next?!" Because I don't know. "Creativity is not linear," she says. Exactly. She cites other writers (Stephen King, Lee Child, Nora Roberts, to name a few) who are Discovery Writers and she shares their processes.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;">Joanna gives permission NOT to know the ending, not to know all the characters or events. You don't have to write in order of beginning, middle, and end. "You need to know enough to finish this novel, but you don't need to know everything before you write it." You don't have to have everything perfect before you begin.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;">The book is divided into 5 parts:</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;">1. Mindset and writing.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;">2. How to do research, create ideas, and find what kind of writer you are (Outliner or Discovery Writer).</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;">3. The nuts and bolts of a novel: story structure, characters, etc.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;">4. First draft and writing tools.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;">5. Editing.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;">Throughout the book at the end of each chapter is a resource guide of books, websites, etc. for further exploration. In addition, she has a list of questions (GREAT for journaling!) that help you take a deeper dive into your writing and your process.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;">When I read "That's not how my creative brain works," it made me realize that I had been carrying some subconscious baggage from my old English teachers about the "right" way to write. It's refreshing to read from an actual author that Discovery Writing is a proper, legitimate method AND used by many authors. </span></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;"> At the time I was reading, all I had was a pencil for underlining, because I can't read without also writing! Here are a few pages:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSBpZqo_vUpghxuErQzYTQBWyOO1z5ehG0RyOei5tHoV87h-x5a93c_rIocKPF6kBN_cjSPExq5bEWZjfityY_sSwCyoNO9YMUYaeNEUa9KuiRN0qrp8LX33xfoQvC_gL5RISMF4MyMpuFyrEamm2cMU4-mU9nFp9hUmxGD3X3c8RwSsOm_nAqmohD/s4096/IMG_20220822_210452771.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: georgia; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4096" data-original-width="2878" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSBpZqo_vUpghxuErQzYTQBWyOO1z5ehG0RyOei5tHoV87h-x5a93c_rIocKPF6kBN_cjSPExq5bEWZjfityY_sSwCyoNO9YMUYaeNEUa9KuiRN0qrp8LX33xfoQvC_gL5RISMF4MyMpuFyrEamm2cMU4-mU9nFp9hUmxGD3X3c8RwSsOm_nAqmohD/w450-h640/IMG_20220822_210452771.jpg" width="450" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGx53rGPSba_3PhCh3ddtCSssQ4FtBVRzODVeXTrBNdSigMW4wEKipOhefMl5GTgtAulO1ZrjtQSn2DmYCymz5Z0QUVMQFw26PJQJ7ASpdmnUelZsb7xYd9c3hLbDzKSQuNPySyfn02kE6H9g_PBpO5Vvm9SVMh73JyHt0EtoSEA4Zaeoq7Vdd5Wl/s4096/IMG_20220822_210214133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: georgia; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3072" data-original-width="4096" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGx53rGPSba_3PhCh3ddtCSssQ4FtBVRzODVeXTrBNdSigMW4wEKipOhefMl5GTgtAulO1ZrjtQSn2DmYCymz5Z0QUVMQFw26PJQJ7ASpdmnUelZsb7xYd9c3hLbDzKSQuNPySyfn02kE6H9g_PBpO5Vvm9SVMh73JyHt0EtoSEA4Zaeoq7Vdd5Wl/w640-h480/IMG_20220822_210214133.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I highly recommend this book to the "That's not how my brain works" writing crowd. This book will guide you through how to write <i>with</i> your natural writing style and not tell you that you're doing it wrong. For those of us who wrote out required outlines <i>after</i> we wrote papers in English class, this book's for the rest of us!</div>Hali Chambershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01610865910264488901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943906611734335434.post-28213448644016742492022-02-14T23:00:00.000-05:002022-02-14T23:00:32.467-05:002022 Planner, Journals, & Notebooks Line-up<p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="text-align: center;">My first video in a very long time! With a brief update at the end of the video: </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="395" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/fSBmeRDydgE" width="475" youtube-src-id="fSBmeRDydgE"></iframe></div><div><br /></div>Hali Chambershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01610865910264488901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943906611734335434.post-1153908560329983812021-10-22T16:23:00.004-04:002021-10-22T16:27:23.347-04:00The Wardian Case: How a Simple Box Moved Plants and Changed the World<p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>I sent a long letter about Nathaniel Bagshaw Ward to my cell biologist friend, who suggested I write an article for a magazine. At the very least, I thought, I should write something fern-related for this very-neglected blog! So this is a book report of sorts, of this FANTASTIC book by</span> <a href="https://www.lukekeogh.com/" target="_blank">Luke Keogh</a><span>:</span></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; language: en-US; mso-ansi-language: en-US; mso-arabic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-armenian-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-currency-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-cyrillic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-default-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-greek-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hebrew-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latin-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latinext-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ligatures: none;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghHxEq6RrmV3qLIRK-pK4aLIvei11OM2TMtwCLXGMP2u9LJHZV8DXpGWIvKAW_eVX3XL7noGRQO3UMgVhE8yf53iy1PxCyB_wSJ3fA2v04pVH3D-f3OOFTgFecPpsRwryRXLretMS1tY4/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="331" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghHxEq6RrmV3qLIRK-pK4aLIvei11OM2TMtwCLXGMP2u9LJHZV8DXpGWIvKAW_eVX3XL7noGRQO3UMgVhE8yf53iy1PxCyB_wSJ3fA2v04pVH3D-f3OOFTgFecPpsRwryRXLretMS1tY4/w212-h320/image.png" width="212" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-US">This is the first whole book that features N.B. Ward, inventor of Wardian Cases. Mr. Keogh has done a tremendous job of research. </span><span lang="en-US">Prior to this book, the only mention I could find of Mr. Ward was in a smattering of gardening websites as the inventor of the terrarium—which is true, but he was SO much more. That was the </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic;">indoor </span><span lang="en-US">Wardian case, which had its own influence, but the </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic;">outdoor</span><span lang="en-US"> Wardian case was used for over a century to transport plants on ships around the planet. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Ad for indoor Wardian case (not as ornate as some):</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; language: en-US; mso-ansi-language: en-US; mso-arabic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-armenian-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-currency-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-cyrillic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-default-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-greek-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hebrew-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latin-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latinext-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ligatures: none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEipdF04zLihTdy8FUYLrCqkS1AxyN9NBTEL68x8zHybX-oSnXUgFs6cY-6uSaqrELaUHoTK2R2l8qtBrTIBUuRvvfjobO07yPjtuSAoDOfDt62wwXIk5YmJo-aH0D-m0Jg0Taz3uQIfoTIRWIbSFFwBBK2KZI24l-IwrDG2qIy9kP7w7tE_poOCHjhA=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1209" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEipdF04zLihTdy8FUYLrCqkS1AxyN9NBTEL68x8zHybX-oSnXUgFs6cY-6uSaqrELaUHoTK2R2l8qtBrTIBUuRvvfjobO07yPjtuSAoDOfDt62wwXIk5YmJo-aH0D-m0Jg0Taz3uQIfoTIRWIbSFFwBBK2KZI24l-IwrDG2qIy9kP7w7tE_poOCHjhA=w378-h640" width="378" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Fancier versions:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW_iG68pTj8RjV4EbRG9PrhTbPaIVX53HZYTLrph4T30K9GIp11QJRNz4DYmKLY6fgiSsS166xzyvEU_x7bIhuha35RD6JiFfJsubkEhi50H1WiIvFOBRiYpvzWZ9v-4-QmFvvmADuWRc/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="421" data-original-width="300" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW_iG68pTj8RjV4EbRG9PrhTbPaIVX53HZYTLrph4T30K9GIp11QJRNz4DYmKLY6fgiSsS166xzyvEU_x7bIhuha35RD6JiFfJsubkEhi50H1WiIvFOBRiYpvzWZ9v-4-QmFvvmADuWRc/w285-h400/image.png" width="285" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-US" style="language: en-US; mso-ansi-language: en-US; mso-arabic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-armenian-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-currency-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-cyrillic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-default-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-greek-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hebrew-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latin-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latinext-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ligatures: none;">Readers of <i>The Fern World</i> will already be familiar with Mr. Ward <a href="https://www.thefernworld.com/p/fernies-world.html" target="_blank">because he meets Fernie and ends up sending her a Wardian case</a> in Chapters 6 & 7. </span><span>At the time I wrote that, I hadn't quite made the distinction between the sturdy, seafaring Wardian cases and the decorative Wardian cases for </span><i>indoor refinement</i><span>. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Here's an excerpt of from <i>The Fern World</i>, based on Mr. Ward's own account from his book, <i><a href="https://www.google.com/books/edition/On_the_Growth_of_Plants_in_Closely_Glaze/sz9E4w7M-sIC?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=inauthor:%22Nathaniel+Bagshaw+Ward%22&printsec=frontcover" target="_blank">On The Growth of Plants in Closely Glazed Cases</a></i>.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Nellie had been right in her assessment of Mr. Ward. Fernie could perceive why he and Papa were friends and she was glad. He </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">was</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> jolly and she was delighted to have made his acquaintance. It would be just a bit of time before Mr. Ward was to reveal the invention of his famous case that did, indeed, grow ferns. However, it was inspired by his interest in a Sphinx moth “cocoon” and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">not</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> ferns. Ferns, it would turn out, were a very happy accident that would go on to inspire the import of plants from around the world! Tea plants made their way from one region of India to Ceylon, bananas came all the way from China to the tropics, and rubber trees would make their journey to far-off places. Indeed, it is much thanks to Mr. Nathaniel Bagshaw Ward for his Wardian cases, that we have such a world that we can house tropical plants indoors; including many species of ferns.</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgrqx-iIwYf4oINSJIz-Wu1pbuRngJhlQqdNyB9wfFxNpBeNhhGtok9wfrlEsb3Ul7WNcoa_GDlGz1PHJELvI8K3-SAz6Nq9_gqVyTQccs4RfpeHeJO1hybiLBH9yUugU5in3cayM4z76fIZjZxvlhCgwYaRErGqXtTdXfJfCJvZJj8LD4LBfarPrJG=s300" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="233" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgrqx-iIwYf4oINSJIz-Wu1pbuRngJhlQqdNyB9wfFxNpBeNhhGtok9wfrlEsb3Ul7WNcoa_GDlGz1PHJELvI8K3-SAz6Nq9_gqVyTQccs4RfpeHeJO1hybiLBH9yUugU5in3cayM4z76fIZjZxvlhCgwYaRErGqXtTdXfJfCJvZJj8LD4LBfarPrJG=w311-h400" width="311" /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span>He was a doctor and amateur botanist. When he was 13, he expressed an interest to his doctor-father about wanting to study plants and his father put him on a boat to the West Indies to cure him of this ridiculous notion. As you did, back in those days. Ha! He never lost his love for botany, but he dutifully followed in his father’s footsteps as a doctor and inherited his practice, located in smoggy, coal-choked London near the docks. He treated all kinds of patients, and spent his days rising early and botanizing before seeing patients.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-US" style="language: en-US; mso-ansi-language: en-US; mso-arabic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-armenian-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-currency-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-cyrillic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-default-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-greek-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hebrew-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latin-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latinext-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ligatures: none;">More than medicine or botany, he was interested in all things scientific and of the “natural” world. He founded the Microscopical Society in 1839 with Natural History publisher John van Voorst. He also was a member of the Apothecary Society at Chelsea Physic Garden. All doctors at the time had to understand botany and the medicinal properties of plants. (Imagine that!) So his work as a doctor was not too far removed from botany. </span><span lang="en-US" style="color: black; language: en-US; mso-ansi-language: en-US; mso-arabic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-armenian-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: ar-SA; mso-currency-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-cyrillic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-default-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-greek-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hebrew-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latin-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latinext-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ligatures: none; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: black; mso-style-textfill-type: solid;">He oversaw examinations for medical students for many years.</span><span lang="en-US" style="color: black; language: en-US; mso-ansi-language: en-US; mso-arabic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-armenian-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-currency-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-cyrillic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-default-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-greek-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hebrew-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latin-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latinext-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ligatures: none; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: black; mso-style-textfill-type: solid;"> </span><span lang="en-US" style="language: en-US; mso-ansi-language: en-US; mso-arabic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-armenian-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-currency-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-cyrillic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-default-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-greek-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hebrew-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latin-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latinext-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ligatures: none;">He also was instrumental in getting the society/garden to admit </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic; language: en-US; mso-ansi-language: en-US; mso-arabic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-armenian-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-currency-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-cyrillic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-default-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-greek-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hebrew-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latin-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latinext-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ligatures: none;">women</span><span lang="en-US" style="language: en-US; mso-ansi-language: en-US; mso-arabic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-armenian-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-currency-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-cyrillic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-default-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-greek-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hebrew-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latin-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latinext-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ligatures: none;">, which was outrageous and deliciously radical for the day!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; language: en-US; mso-ansi-language: en-US; mso-arabic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-armenian-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-currency-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-cyrillic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-default-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-greek-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hebrew-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latin-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latinext-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ligatures: none;">The first experiment with the Wardian case was in 1829 with plants sent from London to Australia, which only took 6 months. Ha! And the plants survived, and Australia reciprocated with some native ferns and other exciting plants. And the people who took notice were . . . botanists, gardeners and nurseries. That started a lucrative, exotic plants trade.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-US" style="language: en-US; mso-ansi-language: en-US; mso-arabic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-armenian-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-currency-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-cyrillic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-default-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-greek-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hebrew-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latin-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latinext-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ligatures: none;">As a physician, he testified and worked to repeal the British glass tax and said that lack of light had a negative health effect on the poor, who were stuck in dark, dank houses. He was successful, and that brought literal LIGHT to homes and buildings everywhere. It also ushered in the building of more greenhouses, window garden units, as well as indoor Wardian cases (terrariums for </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic; language: en-US; mso-ansi-language: en-US; mso-arabic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-armenian-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-currency-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-cyrillic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-default-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-greek-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hebrew-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latin-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latinext-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ligatures: none;">ferns</span><span lang="en-US" style="language: en-US; mso-ansi-language: en-US; mso-arabic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-armenian-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-currency-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-cyrillic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-default-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-greek-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hebrew-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latin-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latinext-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ligatures: none;">).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Mr. Keogh has filled in so many gaps about N.B. Ward, especially regarding the impact his invention had on the world. The Wardian case broke the monopoly China had on tea and Brazil had on rubber. Botanical espionage and Wardian cases snuck out of both those countries to make their way to India to create plantations that exist to this day. It changed our farming practices and encouraged botanical gardens, <i>and</i> changed our diets. Tea, coffee, bananas all became cheaper and more accessible. On the downside, it encouraged economic incentives for colonial plantations, and the spread of invasive species (pestilence, vermin, and plant). "Exotic" mimosa trees from China and Kudzu from Japan are a nuisance 100+ years later. Personally, I love mimosa trees! And Kudzu is actually where arrowroot powder comes from.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-US">From all accounts I have read in primary sources from the time, Nathaniel Bagshaw Ward was a congenial, kind, generous and humble man who genuinely cared for his patients, friends, family and colleagues. He maintained friendships and connections with other scientists in his native Great Britain, as well as around the world (America, Australia, India, etc.) He was a member of several societies, regularly holding weekly soirees with eminent scientists of the day, and was supportive and encouraging of other’s ideas and work. A letter to Darwin from A.R. Wallace said something like, “I spoke with a Mr. Ward and he suggested . . . .” So far I’ve not found any letters from Darwin to NBW, but I do know that he was one of the sciencey people that Darwin sent his </span><span lang="en-US" style="font-style: italic;">Origin</span><span lang="en-US"> book to when the third edition was printed.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I'll have more on NBW in another post in which I share his letters and personal writings. I read on one website that "not much is known about Nathaniel Bagshaw Ward." Thanks to the hard work of Luke Keogh, this unknown scientist is better known!</span></p><p></p>Hali Chambershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01610865910264488901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943906611734335434.post-906248024475784322020-02-21T15:53:00.002-05:002020-02-21T15:53:58.179-05:00The FerneryNow I am hesitating to post this, because it's not a Fernie's World story! But I wanted to share some photos I took at a local university greenhouse. I'll spare you the PROPER botanical names--mostly so I don't have to look them up right now! So without further ado, behold! I give you ferns!<br />
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introduction to Mrs. Frande. It was a delightful afternoon in which to sample
such tea and delicacies, in addition to entertaining company!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have written a letter of appreciation to
Mrs. Frande and hope I may join you on our returning visit <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">en route</i> back to London. We arrived safely to Kent and have
traveled to Reculver, of all places!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You
might wonder as to what would bring us to such a place, but Mr. Ward has a
friend, Mr. Bosworth, with an extreme interest in archeology. He is residing in
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of wind or water of the place! Our journey was largely uneventful, and I did
gaze upon the beauty of the Twin Sisters of St. Mary’s (Reculver Church) on the
cliff, as we made our way upward toward our final destination. The church still
stands after the demolition, which now appears rather imprudent. The
expectation that those gentlemen had of it falling to the sea has not been met.
I suspect they were rather hasty in their use of gunpowder. Indeed, I remarked
to Mr. Ward, “Could the gunpowder have not been put to better use with
something else?” He only laughed and said he could not explain why it held such
fascination with certain members of his sex. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Mr. Bosworth has been a most
gracious host!</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">There is no Mrs.
Bosworth, and I have been happy for the invitation in accompanying the
gentlemen on their explorations of Roman ruins. Mr. Bosworth has a growing collection
of coins and pots and all manner of Roman things—which he calls artifacts,
because they are historic in nature. At the next opportunity, I shall remember
to call some article of Mr. Ward’s clothing that has outlived its usefulness an
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">To-morrow Mr. Bosworth has
business on the Isle of Sheppey for the day. I suggested to Mr. Ward that we
venture down to the seaside for a leisurely walk and perhaps we shall take some
refreshments.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The prospects from the
church are beautiful indeed, but I am eager to gaze upon the sea from its
shore, as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I shall leave you
here and write again soon,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">11 July,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Reculver, Kent<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">My Dear Sir,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">My sincere thanks for your
generous hospitality. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I spoke to you of
the possibility of meeting George Bosworth and indeed, here we are!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Charlotte has been ever cheerful and joined
the party on many expeditions and made a fine joke to me about the gunpowder
used to employ the demolition of Reculver Church. Is there a manner of
explanation to the fairer sex about its usefulness and importance that could
entice her to believe that they are either?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I think not. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">We have visited a few Roman sites
and have found several artifacts of coins and pottery, which I shall show you
on our return visit. The weather has been pleasant enough and we have enjoyed
our stay heretofore. To-day, however, held an unwelcome--although <i>in
retrospect</i>, not <i>wholly </i>unexpected, discovery. We have thus far limited
our excursions to the village and surrounds, high above the shore, but as
George was traveling to the Isle of Sheppey on a manner of business, we decided
to make our way down to the sea. Charlotte in particular, was eager for a walk.
Mr. Bosworth had noted that this was where we might discover some fossils, and I
was interested in perhaps finding something of Nature instead of something of <i>Roman</i>
in nature. Indeed, I found all manner of fossils strewn loose about the shore,
my first being a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Striatolamia</i> [sand
tiger shark tooth]. Charlotte found a collection of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Arctica </i>bivalve shells not three minutes into our walk. She has a
particularly keen awareness and the eye of a falcon when it comes to spotting
small objects of interest. We walked along the shore and made our way in the
direction of Reculver Church. It was not directly in our path, and we were not
in any particular hurry to go in that direction with any want of a preconceived
destination. We stopped to catalogue our finds and store them safely. By and by
we had a pleasant meal accompanied by some libations and soon continued down
the shore. I had noted the various striations of earth that make up the cliff.
As I was pointing out the difference in the London Clay and Harwich Formation,
there looked to be part of a coffin exposed. I was earnest in my attempt to shield
Charlotte from the knowledge of the particulars, but she is too quick-witted
and surmised immediately upon what we were gazing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“Oh, my dear!” she exclaimed.
“Is that?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Could it be? Oh, but it
is!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh, dear!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">She said it all in one breath
and stood staring and stupefied as she was then struck speechless. I could not
deny or attempt to avert her eyes in a different direction. I remained calm, as
a gentleman must in these sort of situations and I said, “Yes, the forces of
Nature give not one whit for us mortals.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Apparently this was not the correct thing to say for she was able to
recover her manner of speech and said, “Oh, <i>Mister </i>Ward! We mustn’t make
a joke at the expense of the departed!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>For this was someone’s . . . mother, or father, or-or-or <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">some</i>one!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">I did not induce her to feel
comfort as I said, “I should think that given the age of it, there would not be
any family alive to see this particular . . . person, whomever it is.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She looked upon me as only that intimate
partner can upon her own husband and I felt the nature of my further <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">faux pas</i> immediately. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“My dear, my deepest
apologies,” I hastened to reply. “Let us take no more time in this place but return toward the inn, that we may
come away from such unpleasantness.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">She took my arm, and thus we
began to make our way back toward the main road. She was deep in thought, and
averted her eyes toward the ground, which I thought most prudent. We were able
to pass thither by yet another coffin that was exposed and had gone unnoticed
beforehand. It was indeed fortunate because this particular coffin had a hole
in it and I could see some bones of an exposed skeleton within! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">As I was thinking thusly of
this good fortune that she was looking down and not up, she stopped and said, “Nathanial!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t bare this! It is too much to be
borne!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And there I looked down where she
pointed to some bones on the ground. It was at this moment that I saw that the
skeleton for which I had believed to be completely intact overhead, had some
part of it fallen down below. Indeed, it was then that we both began to see many bones everywhere. Gone were the fossils, replaced by these remains. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">It was a rather gruesome day
and I think it shall be a long time before we take another walk along any
foreshore below a cliff!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Enclosed find a
drawing of one of Mr. Bosworth’s Paleolithic findings and you shall inspect the
Roman artifact in person when next we meet. Until then, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">To-day is raining and I relayed
to Mr. Ward that I shall remain indoors whilst he and Mr. Bosworth go on
another expedition. I confess that I </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">am happy for the respite
given yesterday’s unfortunate event. I doubt very much that we will take a
second trip down to the foreshore given a rather gruesome discovery. It is
true, the accounts of finding not only fossils but the remains of </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><i>other</i></span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">
things . . . .</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Papa and Mama sat in their
respective chairs in the drawing room reading their letters after their evening
meal. Papa finished his letter first and lit his pipe, glancing over at his
wife. He made note of her furrowed brow and reasoned that she was reading Mrs.
Ward’s recounting of her seaside stroll. She let out a sigh and folded the
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“Yes,” came Mama’s swift
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">What news! What horror! </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">But then she smiled slightly
and looked at Papa. “I am very grateful that I am not obliged to accompany </span><i style="font-size: 14pt;">you</i><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> on your excursions.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Papa smiled in return. “Indeed,
my dear. You are far too delicate to tolerate the coarseness of such events. I
would not wish you to be other than you are.” He reached over and gave her familiar pat on her hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Mama blushed at such a
compliment. “Oh, Mister FitzWilliam,” she said, and rose to retire for the
evening. He took a final puff of his pipe, extinguished it, and rose to follow.
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*To see more of the history of Reculver, <a href="https://www.thefernworld.com/2019/08/reculver.html">click HERE</a>.Hali Chambershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01610865910264488901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943906611734335434.post-85352924082679906822019-08-14T16:16:00.002-04:002019-08-14T16:16:55.253-04:00Reculver<div style="text-align: left;">
I am presently working on a story incorporating <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Mary%27s_Church,_Reculver">Reculver Church</a>. It is an area of geography that has had the <i>grave</i> misfortune of severe land loss due to the sea. Here it is in 1781:</div>
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From an illustration in a geology book in 1909:</div>
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Alas! Illustration of its willful destruction in 1809:</div>
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And here it is, present day:</div>
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For more information fossils, check out <a href="http://www.discoveringfossils.co.uk/geologic_timescale.htm">Discovering Fossils UK</a>.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“Mrs. MacMillan you must
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violently. “No, I woulda heard it. And I looked! I looked everywhere! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is nowhere to be found!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And she sobbed anew, burying her face into
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“I believe you,” said Cook.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">The girl’s sobbing turned
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I</i> do,” said Cook. “But that doesn’t matter when Mrs Fitzwilliam doesn’t
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“Thief?!” and in between
hiccoughs she said, “But <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">hiccough</i> you
can <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">hiccough</i> search my <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">hiccough</i> things! <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">hiccough</i> You <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">hiccough</i> will
not<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> hiccough</i> find it!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had hope still that she would be
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“Believe me,” said Cook. “They
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">The hiccoughing returned to
wailing. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Was she to be sent to prison or
a work camp or the poor house?!<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“But where shall I go?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve nowhere!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And who will take me now?!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
dragged the “now” out in a moaning wail that bounced against the kitchen walls.
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Cook raised her eyes to the
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">She put her hands on the girl’s
shoulders firmly. “Calm yourself!” she said rather forcefully, which Fernie
reflected later, was not at<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> all</i>
calming!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“All is not lost.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You are right in assuming that there will be
no recommendation from the House. However, since they’ve not found it amongst
your belongings, you <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">are</i> free to go. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Others</i> would not be so lenient.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Nellie had only just
recounted the story of how one of Lady Constance’s servants had recently been
sent off for just such an occurrence! While it was indeed unfortunate to lose
her means of paltry income and housing, it was <i>not </i>so unfair as to be unjustly
accused <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">and</i> punished for a crime she
didn’t commit. But still, she was to pack her things and leave immediately.
Where would she go?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had only just
traveled here a few months ago. She knew no one outside the House. But at least
she was free. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Cook sat down and wrote a
hasty note. “When you go, take this to Mrs. O’Brien. Perhaps she can be of help
to you.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">The girl took the note that
she could not read, and said, “Thank you.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Cook said to her, “God be
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">The girl was dismissed to
pack her meager belongings and Fernie knew that this was the recommendation
Cook said the girl could not have. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Fernie entered the kitchen after
the girl had gone up the back stairs. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Cook
must think well of her to send her to Mrs. O’Brien</i>, she thought. She had
her field satchel and carried it in with her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“Well now, Fernie Girl!” Cook
said brightly. “Off for a jaunt?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lemme
just get some tea and biscuits for your outing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Fernie smiled. “Thank you,
Cook.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">She sat down at the table and
watched as Cook busied herself clanging pots and moving things about. Cook
sighed. She felt sorry for the girl, but knew that her friend would help her. In
the meantime, she was happy that this little incident was behind her and she
could go back to her work. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“Here’s your tea, Miss
Fernie,” she said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">All would be well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">To Mrs. Nathaniel Bagshaw Ward<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Dearest Charlotte,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">You may imagine my surprise
at Mr. Ward’s kindness to our own Fanny with the arrival of one of his cases.
Indeed, I cannot express to you the violence of her enthusiasm or that of
Frederick’s!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That your husband should
express such generosity was met with much discussion as to the proper placement
of the case. Given the nature and size of it, and Fanny’s own nature, it was
decided that it was best suited to her bedchamber where she may gaze upon it as
often as she chooses. Indeed, I expect that she will be gallivanting about the
countryside to-morrow in the collection of some of her ferns. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">I expect we shall be
anticipating your arrival in the coming weeks to revel in our country air. I do
hope to provide some entertainment of a cultural nature, perhaps an opera or
evening out, and you must meet Mrs. Frande when you come next. She has
introduced all of Pilkington to some very exotic teas from India.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is a pity that we cannot grow tea in one
of those cases of your husband’s!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">I shall write again after tea
with Mrs. Frande later to-day. She has promised to show us some of her silks
that Mr. Frande has brought back from his travels in India. We are all wild in
anticipation, Lady Constance in particular as you may surmise. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Until then, I remain, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Yours ever,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Catherine F.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">To Miss Fanny FitzWilliam<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Pilkington-on-Stoke<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Dear Miss Fernie,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">I am delighted that the box
arrived satisfactorily intact and that it has been installed indoors. I expect
you shall find many plants from your walks in Nature to place under the glass. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">The method of proceeding is
very simple. The ferns, &c., may be planted in the box; any size or shape
would do, but<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>furnished with glazed
sides and a glazed lid is the important point. The bottom of the box should be
filled with nearly equal portions of bog moss, vegetable mould, and sand; and
the ferns, after planting, should be most copiously watered, and the
superfluous water allowed to drain off through a plughole in the bottom of the
box: the plug is then to be put in tight, the glazed lid applied, and no father
care is requisite than that of keeping the box in the light. In this way, many
plants will grow for years, without requiring any fresh supply of water. </span><o:p></o:p><span style="mso-arabic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-armenian-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-currency-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-cyrillic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-default-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-greek-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hebrew-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latin-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latinext-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">The success of the case is that
of a tightly sealed environment; that surrounding air does not get into it and
therefore it is kept independent of outside conditions. You may have noticed
that the hardest of woods has been employed as to resist moisture and decay. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">I recounted to your father in
detail about my discovery, but I do not recall telling you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was accidentally led to make some
experiments on the growth of ferns, &c., in closely glazed vessels, from
the following circumstance. I had buried the chrysalis of a sphinx in some
moist mould in a large bottle covered with a lid. The insect attained its
perfect form in about a month, when I observed one or two minute specks of
vegetation upon the surface of the mould. Curious to observe the development of
plants in so confined a situation, I placed the bottle outside one of my
windows with a northern aspect. The plants proved to be one of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Poa annua</i>, and one of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Nephodioum [Aspidium Swz.] Filix-mas</i>. In
this situation they lived for more than three years, during which time no fresh
water was given to them, nor was the lid removed. The fern produced four or
five new fronds every year; and the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Poa</i>
flowered the second year, but did not ripen its seeds. Both plants ultimately
perished, from the admission of rain water, in consequence of rusting of the
lid. I have repeated this experiment with uniform success. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="mso-arabic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-armenian-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-currency-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-cyrillic-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-default-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-greek-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hebrew-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latin-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-latinext-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"> I have great
expectations for the applications of the case. Indeed, at the behest of my
neighbor and friend Mr. Loddiges, I have two such cases on their way to Sydney,
Australia with some native British ferns and grasses. They have traveled these three
months past on the high seas thus far and shall arrive in another three. I
dearly hope that they and the plants, arrive safely. From thence, the plants
shall be transplanted and the cases put to use with some native plants from
Australia. Mr. Loddiges assures me that if even half the plants arrive back
safely, that will be more than what has been successful thus far. He related to
me that out of twenty plants, only one survived on his last endeavor! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If we are successful, I shall share with you
some seeds. Do write to me of your progress and observations.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Yours
&c.,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Uncle
Nathaniel<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">FitzWilliam Hall<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Pilkington-On-Stoke<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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Fernie,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Shall
you not come over to-day?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mama says she
has something for you and she is expecting your mother for tea. Also, Lady
Constance &c., are expected to attend. With fronds like these, who needs
enemies?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Write to me and apprise me of
your plans. I shall not stay in-doors if you are not with me and then I could
meet you at the brook, but I expect you shall be expected to attend. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Edward<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The letter to Fernie from Mr. Ward is transcribed from his own account in his book, <a href="https://amzn.to/2MN27sE">On The Growth of Plants in Closely Glazed Cases</a><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">She stood in the doorway,
blocking the light like a single black cloud that darkens the whole sky,
portending an afternoon storm. Lady Constance, Florence’s mother, was a stout
but tall woman, and no amount of lace could lend a sense of delicacy to her demeanor.
Especially when she spoke her opinion, which was often and on all topics. “It is
easy to have opinions such as these when one does not let facts or science
determine them,” said Papa, dryly. Fernie had escaped a tedious tea with Mama
and Lady Constance one afternoon—much thanks to Papa calling her to his study.
It was her sanctuary as well as his. He had even moved her pianoforte into the
room so that she might practice there. Practicing was one thing Mama encouraged,
as “every young lady of society must play at least one instrument.” Even
through the closed door, she could hear Lady Constance’s booming voice. She
knew this was perhaps the reason Papa requested she play for him “to drown out
the thunder.” She was old enough to understand that on such a sunny day, he was
not speaking of the weather.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">But here was another occasion
in which her solace at Mrs. O’Brien’s was interrupted. Lady Constance stood
there as if waiting to be announced. Indeed, she was attended by two of her
servant girls, who were holding parcels and bags. Mrs. O’Brien rose from her
seat with the slightest curtsy and said, “Lady Constance, to what do I owe the
honour of your visit to my humble shoppe?” She already knew that Lady Constance
did not trust her servants with her tea; she attended to it personally. She
charged in. “I heard from Mrs. FROND-AH that you have a new sort of tea. I
should be glad to try it.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">The mention of Mrs. Frande
drew an involuntary snort and stifled laugh from Fernie. No matter how often
she heard Edward’s surname, its meaning did not escape her, even though the rest
of the village seemed unaware and disinterested. It was especially amusing as
it was consistently mispronounced, no matter how Mrs. Frande tried to explain.
Fernie sank down further in her chair, trying to escape notice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">As Mrs. O’Brien busied herself
with the latest from India, Lady Constance stood surveying the room with a
sniff. Her eyes rested on Fernie with a pointed stare.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“What are <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">you</i> doing here, Fanny?” Not waiting for
an answer, for one seldom needed to respond before another question was fired
like a musket, Lady Constance followed with, “Does your mother know you are
wasting the day away in this manner?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Mrs. O’Brien interrupted her
with a forceful shove of a package of tea into her hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I requested that she help me with writing to
my niece. You know, my eyesight isn’t what it used to be.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Lady Constance answered with
a harrumph. She liked to be included even in things of which she had no talent
or interest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She responded, “Perhaps I
shall send my Florence to you, for she has superior handwriting to anyone.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“Oh, your ladyship is very
kind to offer,” Mrs. O’Brien responded cordially. “However, my niece shares a
particular interest of a botanical nature with Fanny and can translate for me
all the correct terminology.” She turned to Fernie, “Of what were we writing a
moment ago?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Adiantum capillus-veneris</i>,” replied Fernie, for she knew Mrs.
O’Brien wanted her to speak of something that sounded complicated and therefore
tedious. Lady Constance responded with another “Harumph” as she turned on her
heel to leave. One of her servant girls, a young nervous sort, rushed to open
the door for her. </span><b><span style="color: #ffffaa; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“I shall be certain to
mention this at my next tea with your mother,” she called over her shoulder.
And then she left as quickly as she had come; like a summer thunder storm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“Oh, she has a way about her,
does she not, Fernie-girl? This warrants another cuppa, don’t ye reckon?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Fernie did indeed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“There’s a kind of what do ye
say, terminology, for her sort in this world,” said Mrs. O’Brien as she
replenished Fernie’s cup and added a biscuit to her saucer. Fernie smiled as
she said, “Pompous?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“T’is a good one,” Mrs.
O’Brien agreed. “But I was thinkin’ of another.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“Bombastic?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“Well . . . .”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Fernie enjoyed these word
games with Mrs. O’Brien because she knew she had a particular notion in mind,
and it was designed to be a joke in the end. “I was thinkin’,” Mrs. O’Brien
continued, “That she reminds one of a steam train; on a track and don’t be
gettin’ in her way or she will knock you down and roll right over ye!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Fernie laughed, which is all
Mrs. O’Brien could want. She was glad she could offer some respite and
light-heartedness to Fernie’s day. She was grateful that her visits were sanctioned
by Fernie’s own father, so that they could be more often than Fernie’s mother
would wish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But she answered, “Well, I
don’t expect any more trains will be rollin’ through the shoppe today!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We can have our tea in peace.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“Indeed,” Fernie replied and
her laughter melted into a smile of contentment, as she dip-dipped her biscuit
into her cup.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Hali Chambershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01610865910264488901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943906611734335434.post-64210203246972700962019-05-24T08:11:00.003-04:002019-05-24T08:29:44.224-04:00Fernie's World, Chapter 7: Special Delivery<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMkA5xZfsQYHP1qasC19xKeRN0Qga45ObQM5X8Nuv3hKKEOz6fSXBAUNrwmruTu348nEuTNtfjgbr2aCr_B2ZeV_GS8B6-KiblKcZsx5TapqZIL-91OMAMOPe6YTHvMeFpPWn4J2u0qo/s1600/ongrowthplantsc00ward_0089+-+Fernie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="587" height="342" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMkA5xZfsQYHP1qasC19xKeRN0Qga45ObQM5X8Nuv3hKKEOz6fSXBAUNrwmruTu348nEuTNtfjgbr2aCr_B2ZeV_GS8B6-KiblKcZsx5TapqZIL-91OMAMOPe6YTHvMeFpPWn4J2u0qo/s400/ongrowthplantsc00ward_0089+-+Fernie.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Illustration from <a href="https://www.biodiversitylibrary.org/item/230860#page/7/mode/1up">On The Growth of Plants in Closely Glazed Cases</a>, </b><br />
<b>by Nathaniel Bagshaw Ward.</b></td></tr>
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<b>CHAPTER 7: Special Delivery</b></div>
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“Fernie!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fernie!”
Papa called in wild excitement. “There is a delivery for you!” Fernie came
running down the hallway before she reminded herself she must not run indoors
like a galloping horse—as Papa had just done. She met him in the back of the
house, outdoors. “What is it, Papa?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“See for yourself,” he replied. “It is from Mr. Ward. Can
you not guess what it might be?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Fernie could not contain her exuberance as she gazed at the
large crate before her. “Oh, Papa!” she exclaimed. “Is it one of his cases?!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Papa opened the crate to reveal that it was indeed a Wardian
case; one of the first.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mama came to see about what all the fuss was.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh, Mama!” cried Fernie. “Look what Mr. Ward has sent us
all the way from London!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mama eyed it with less enthusiasm. She knew it must be
plant-related and it appeared by all accounts to be one of those giant cases
that Mrs. Ward had related to her in their correspondences. Mrs. Ward did not
seem to mind as much, even though these cases were taking up every square inch
of the Ward household. Was the FitzWilliam house to be invaded next? Mama
consoled herself with the thought that since they were in the country, perhaps there
was room for it <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">outside</i>. Surely it
would not have to be kept <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">in</i> the house
as it would be in town?<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I think this shall fit very nicely in the drawing room,”
suggested Papa.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh, now MISTER <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>FitzWilliam, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">not</i> the drawing room!” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>she
said emphatically. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">This was too much to
be born. For, what would the ladies say at her next tea?!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Where do you
propose, then?” he asked, more mildly. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He knew she was rightly vexed when she
addressed him thusly with an emphasis on “Mister.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Fernie watched this exchange doing her best not to speak out
of turn, for it was a time when children did not speak so freely with their
elders. She <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">knew</i> the case should come
inside and be placed in an advantageous area--for that was its purpose. It <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">must</i> come in the house. It must!<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Perhaps in your library,” suggested Mama. “For then you may
monitor it daily.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well, that is a thought,” agreed Papa. He looked at Fernie,
who was practically dancing in wild anticipation. “What say you, Fanny?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They both knew this placated <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Mrs.</i> FitzWilliam when he used her proper
name.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Finally! Now it was her turn to speak! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Could we not transport it to my bed chamber?”
Fernie asked tentively.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>YES!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cried Mama with such a violent enthusiasm as
to startle Papa. “Of course! That is the perfect place for it. For then Fanny
shall have access to it as often as need be!” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Papa smiled. “My dearest Mrs. FitzWilliam, I am happy at
your wise suggestion. That is a much better course of action than for it to be
in your drawing room.” He turned to the footmen and requested that it be taken
to Fernie’s bed chamber.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Fernie regarded her father and mother with wonderment. They
were both smiling with satisfaction; Mama because she had prevented this
monstrosity from being housed in her drawing room, and Papa because he had successfully
brought it <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">into</i> the house with Mama
in agreement. Fernie marveled at such a negotiation and smiled, too. Her <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">own</i> Wardian case!<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>These are later versions of the variety of Wardian cases. <br />Fernie's would not have looks so elegant! (Image from Wikipedia)</b></td></tr>
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<br />Hali Chambershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01610865910264488901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943906611734335434.post-22299841681673144392019-05-17T17:58:00.000-04:002019-05-24T08:30:03.565-04:00(Revised) Chapter 6: Meeting Mr. Ward <br />
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">CHAPTER 6: Meeting Mr. Ward<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Fernie stood fidgeting whilst
Nellie helped her into the final part of her evening dress. “Arms up, Miss
Fernie!” she directed. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fernie stretched
her arms overhead, preoccupied with thoughts of the coming introduction. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“Nellie,” she said. “What
sort of man is Mr. Ward?” for she knew that Nellie knew <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">all</i> the goings-on in the household. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Nellie looked down at her
young charge and said with a comforting pat, “Now don’t you worry, Miss Fernie.
I think you’ll find him delightful! And according to Mrs. Ward, you <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">have</i> met before when you were just a
babe; for the families have been friends these ten years since.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Papa had made mention of his
friend who lived in London, but she did not know him. Nellie continued, “He is
very jolly. Your mother and father and Master William were very entertained by
his stories of his travels.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“Travels?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought he was a doctor in London,” Fernie
queried.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Oh, that he is!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But he wanted to be a sailor when he was
growing up,” she said in a confidential tone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“But his own father was a doctor and desired that his son be one as well.
He put Mr. Ward on a ship and sent him off to Jamaica when he was but thirteen
years old—I reckon to cure him of that idea! The ocean did not agree with him,
but that is when he became interested in the plants like your father—well,
plants and bugs. However, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Mrs.</i> Ward
does not seem to be <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">as jolly</i> about
the bugs.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nellie laughed at her own
joke. “Now turn around and let me see you!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Fernie turned. Nellie smiled
at her and said, “Well, now!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What a
genteel sort of young lady you are when you are not out mousin’ about the
countryside!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Fernie laughed and hugged
Nellie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Thank you, Nellie!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She knew just what to say to put Fernie at
ease. It was their little joke about what Mama said to her about “scurrying” after
more than one muddy expedition. Papa had remarked, “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Mice</i> scurry, Fernie Girl. Botanists explore.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">She was ready and Nellie
walked with her down the stairs. On the way, Nellie said, “The ladies are in
the drawing room and the gentlemen are in the library. We’ll say a quick
pleased-to-meet-you to Mrs. Ward, get your cuppa tea, and then we shall go
directly to the library.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Again, Fernie was grateful to
Nellie; for she knew that Nellie would steer her in to the drawing room and
back out again in a matter of time in which Mama would have no time to object.
They came to the doorway and Fernie looked at Mama and Mrs. Ward seated at a
table having tea. How elegant they both looked! Mama looked up and smiled at
Fernie with approval. She turned to Mrs. Ward and said, “Mrs. Ward, this is our
eldest daughter, Fanny.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nellie gave
Fernie a little nudge and Fernie walked to the table and greeted them both with
a curtsy. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Ward.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Mrs. Ward smiled warmly at
her and said, “Why how you have grown, Miss Fanny!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And what a fine young lady you are.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Fernie blushed. Nellie had
stayed at the door and cocked her ear to the side. “Excuse me, Mrs. FitzWilliam.
I hear Mr. FitzWilliam calling for Miss Fanny.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Mama’s eyes narrowed. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">That</i> Nellie had the hearing of a dog!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For she had not heard Frederick calling for
Fanny at all. But she turned to Fernie and said, “I will have Nellie bring your
tea to you. You may join your father and Mr. Ward, now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Fernie curtsied and said,
“Yes, Mama,” and then turned to Mrs. Ward and said, “It was very nice meeting
you,” and curtsied again before turning to go.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">She smiled to herself and to
Nellie who was waiting at the door for her. She knew from Mama’s proud expression
that she had minded her manners properly and her appearance had been pleasing
and met with Mama’s approval. As she was leaving, Mama said to Mrs. Ward, “Our
Fanny is following very much in her father’s footsteps in her botanical
interests!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">She headed down the hallway
and could hear an unfamiliar voice coming from her father’s study which she
surmised to be that of Mr. Ward’s. Then she heard her father laugh, but not her
brother. She suspected that he had made his escape to his room with an excuse
that would appease Papa. She knocked at the door and waited to be invited in.
“Here she is!” exclaimed Mr. Ward and smiled at her. “Come in, come in!” Papa
said, motioning her in to the room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Fernie curtsied and then joined
her father on the divan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nellie entered
and did a quick delivery of tea and exited and closed the door behind her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“Well, now,” began Mr.
Ward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I understand you are a botanist
like your father.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Fernie smiled. Papa said, “Now
Fernie, don’t let this doctor fool you into thinking he knows nothing of
botany. For he spends most mornings in the study of not only plants, but also
insects!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He turned to Mr. Ward and declared
proudly, “But I’ll wager no one else knows more about <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #222222;">Pteridophyta</span></i><span style="color: #222222;"> than my Fernie Girl!” </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 14.0pt;">Mr. Ward raised
an eyebrow, “Indeed?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 14.0pt;">Papa turned to
Fernie, “Tell Mr. Ward of our conversation when it was snowing and you could
not go out of doors.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 14.0pt;">Fernie felt
shy. She had been jesting with Papa, but now he was encouraging her to recount
it. “You were saying . . . ”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>he began.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 14.0pt;">“I was saying
that it was a pity that we could not grow ferns indoors so that we might enjoy
them <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">in</i> the house as well as out in
Nature, especially on such days.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
expected Mr. Ward to laugh, but he did not. He looked at Papa with a mixture of
surprise and wonder. “Did you tell her of my experiments?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 14.0pt;">Papa shook his
head and said, “I did not. That is yours to tell when you are ready.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 14.0pt;">Mr. Ward looked
at Fernie. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You may think that this idea
is a silly notion or that others may not take it seriously?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 14.0pt;">Fernie felt
self-conscious and nodded. “I say,” said Mr. Ward, “If you have an idea, it can
be made possible. For, as improbably as it may seem, everything you see in this
world began as somebody’s idea. Why, this empty glass was somebody’s idea at
one time!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He held up his glass and
handed it to Papa and they both laughed. As Papa took the glass and refilled
it, he continued. “Indeed, there was a time when only a few years ago, there
was no such thing as a match to light a fire or a pipe! You are too young to
remember that ember tongs were used to hold a hot coal in which to light
something. They are most inconvenient and impractical in some respects. There
were also tapers, but these both require a fire that is already made which is
convenient indoors, but confoundable when out of doors!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A flint striker is more portable, but still
requires more time and effort. But then somebody,” he paused and struck a match
for effect, “had the idea that it would be advantageous to be able to light a
candle or a pipe without an ember tong or<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>flint striker and so here we have
matches!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 14.0pt;">He lit his
pipe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“We can thank Monsieur Jean
Chancel for his invention!” His eyes sparkled as he leaned toward her, saying
intently, “If you can have such an idea about your ferns, dear girl, you can
make it possible.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 14.0pt;">Nellie had been
right in her assessment of Mr. Ward. Fernie could perceive why he and Papa were
friends and she was glad. He <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">was</i>
jolly and she was delighted to have made his acquaintance. It would be just a
bit of time before Mr. Ward was to reveal the invention of his famous case that
did, indeed, grow ferns. However, it was inspired by his interest in a Sphinx
moth “cocoon” and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">not</i> ferns. Ferns,
it would turn out, were a very happy accident that would go on to inspire the
import of plants from around the world! Tea plants made their way from one
region of India to Ceylon, bananas came all the way from China to the tropics,
and rubber trees would make their journey to far-off places. Indeed, it is much
thanks to Mr. Nathaniel Bagshaw Ward for his Wardian cases, that we have such a
world that we can house tropical plants indoors; including many species of ferns.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">CHAPTER 5: A New Neighbour
Brings A Time Peace<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Hullo!” came a
voice behind Fernie, disrupting her reverie. She turned to see a boy about her
age.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Hullo,” she
said.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“What are you
doing?” he enquired, walking toward her. Well, skipping more than walking, with
gangly arms swinging to and fro.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“I’m studying the
fronds on these ferns.”</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Fronds?” he
said, grinning. “That is my name!”</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Fernie giggled.
“Your name is Fronds?” </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“No,” he
corrected himself. “I mean, Fronde is my surname. So my family is ‘The
Frondes.’ But our family is originally from France and most people
mispronounce our name as ‘FRAND, or sometime FRAND-EE. Then my mother started
saying ‘Frande’ with the accent on the D, but then people started saying
FROND-AH, but it is properly pronounced FROND,” he explained in a rat-a-tat
way. “I am Edward,” he said almost as an afterthought, and made a polite bow.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“I’m Fer…” she
began, but corrected herself. “I am Fanny FitzWilliam.”</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Oh!” exclaimed
he. “We shall be great friends! My father is to teach at university
with your father.”</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Fernie smiled
shyly to herself. Could it be? Could they be friends? But she asked,
“Your surname is truly ‘Fronde?’”</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Yes,” Edward
nodded in animation.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Fernie was
curious, in spite of her shyness of meeting this new person. “Do you know what
a real frond is?”</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“I dunno,” he
said, picking up a stick and tossing it into the brook.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“It’s one of
these,” she said, crouching by a collection of ferns. “Did your father not
teach you of fronds?” </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;"><b>In the 1800's, "frond" was a term specific to ferns. It has since<br />evolved to mean any fern-like palmate, feather-looking leaf<br />structure with leaves that branch off from the main stem. A<br />new, unfurled frond is also called a "fiddle head." </b></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Father has been away in India and we were staying with Granny but then Father
came back from India and now we are all moved here.” He spoke very fast and
swung his arms as he talked and then leapt over to Fernie and bounced down onto
his stomach to gaze at the fronds. “Are these fronds?”</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Fernie smiled.
“Yes.”</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Well,” said he.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Well,” said she.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">And then they
both looked at each other and smiled.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">He looked at the
fronds and then at her and said, “I am still rather uncertain as to what fronds
are. I do not see how they are at all different from leaves. For are they not
leaves such as we have on other plants?”</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Fernie nodded.
“Yes, they are the leaves specific to ferns. Fern leaves are called fronds. For
you see,” as she pointed to the stalk and traced outward with the feathery
leaves, "The leaves extend from the stalk. And sometimes, other leaves
extend from there. The structure can be very intricate." </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Edward looked up
at the trees and around him and thought about this. He grinned. “I gather I
would not talk about the fronds of a chestnut tree, then.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Fernie grinned
back. Did he not know of ferns at all? How was this that he had not
learnt anything botanical from his own father. But then, she supposed that if
Papa had been away in India, she would not have had the advantage of knowing
about fronds, either. Even if it were her last name. Then she
laughed anew. That would be very humourous indeed! <i>Fernie Frond</i>.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">He laughed with
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Did she dare tell
him? She looked at his grinning face and said, “My own father calls
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Edward laughed
even more. “I understand why you laughed at my name! What a fine joke for you!”
and he leapt up. “And now for me! We shall have such good fun in other company.
For I would suspect that no one else knows what a frond is.”</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Fernie looked at
the sunlight overhead and surmised that it was close to noon. She sighed and
pulled out her timepiece. It was no use. It was not noon, but she could not
tell what the hour was. However, she did know that when the sun was at such an
angle as it was, it was most certainly time to make her way back home.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Edward looked at
her looking at the pocket watch. “Father says I mayn’t have my own timepiece
until I can tell time. I am well-impressed that you can tell time!” </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Edward looked at
her face with realization and said, “You are still learning! How wonderful for
you that your own father gave you a timepiece with which to practice! For how
may I practice with no timepiece?" he declared in wild
gesticulation. That is what I asked Father, but he did not see my
reasoning.” Then he grinned anew.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Fernie looked at
Edward. He did not seem to be bothered by his circumstances at all. And he had
somehow described her own circumstances as much more advantageous than she felt
them to be.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">She said, “I must
go home now for Mama will be asking for me. Would you like to go back with me?”</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Yes, let us make
haste and. . . <i>frond</i> at once, Fernie!” said Edward, and he ran
ahead of her down the path. Fernie laughed. He was very quick in both
understanding and movement. She had a new friend. She gathered up her
collections into her satchel and began down the path. Edward had stopped a
little ways ahead to wait for her.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Edward Fronde.
Fronde! Of course they would be friends—or as Edward was to say
later, they were great <i>fronds</i>.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Hali Chambershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01610865910264488901noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943906611734335434.post-86979800455567091482019-05-03T06:00:00.000-04:002019-05-03T08:48:58.783-04:00Chapter 4: Timepiece<div class="MsoListParagraph">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-RLfF5cnZc&feature=youtu.be">Read-aloud version of this chapter.</a> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SWRxMpOGp6Y&list=PLWjuxXRbIYsr7-ZjlaApPYyb2Ar1v8oDx">Playlist of the whole <i>Fernie's World</i> series.</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Fernie made her way down the back path to the Northern part of the estate. The sun was a bit higher and brighter now, but it was yet early. She would have ample time to explore and collect and draw her finds.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">She <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">often</i> thought she would have ample time, only to discover that it felt as if there was never enough time! She could lose herself for hours and then find herself late to tea, with an admonishment from Mama. Papa had given her one of his pocket watches, but she had not yet mastered the telling of time beyond being able to tell if it were noon. As much as William had tried to explain it to her, it was a difficult task to her. She was adept at learning all manner of difficult vocabulary, but the numbers of the clock seemed to swim in front of her. She was frustrated at this lack of comprehension on her part. Papa told her that it would make sense to her eventually. “For,” he remarked, “There was a time when you didn’t know about time or even that there was such a thing as a timepiece. Is that not so, Fernie Girl?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Fernie had nodded. “Yes, Papa.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“When you are ready, it shall come to you. Your m” and Papa paused and cleared his throat. “Your mind works differently, and that is how it is. I would have you be no other way than as you are, my dear girl.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Mama says,” Fernie began.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Yes,” Papa had agreed. “I am familiar with your mother’s position on such topics as these. However, you possess a great many natural skills and talents and gifts that others mayn’t ever have. If you are late to telling time,” he said, striking a match for effect, “I advise you to enjoy it!” and he lit his pipe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“I rather suspect,” Papa continued, “That there are two kinds of time in some minds: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Now</i> and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">not</i> now.” He looked down at his daughter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Fernie had never thought about it before, but that was exactly how she felt!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When she was studying a fern intently, nothing else mattered. She forgot about hunger or thirst, or if she were hot or cold. She cared not for anything else. When she was drawing or painting, she was focused only on that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“That is the main point,” he concluded. It is why,” he said, patting his pocket, “I am so diligent in the keeping of my own timepiece!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Fernie laughed, as he knew she would. “Truly, Papa?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Papa nodded. “Truly. And there are others like us, even if you are not yet acquainted with them.” He winked at her and gave her an affectionate pat on the shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Fernie paused as she reached the top of the first hill. She looked down to survey her path, and took a deep breath in. How fresh it smelled! She turned and continued into the shade of woods, to find one of her favourite fern places. It was on Queens Brook, but higher up. She found a place to sit; albeit a bit cold and damp. She examined some different ferns at their beginning stages of growth, and pulled out her field notebook and her pencil.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;"><b>Ferns unfurling. Photo from Pixabay.com</b></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">She spent the morning drawing different ferns and from different angles. She was careful not to collect any this early in spring, as she wanted to make sure they would grow and thrive. Papa had told her never to take all of any plant, and if there were only a few, to find more or only take one, if need be. He had told her that if she were going to study ferns, she needed to do it properly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">She pulled out her field flask and took a drink, reflecting on Papa’s teachings. “Proper” to Mama, and “Proper” to Papa had two different meanings, ‘though they were the same word! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Papa was concerned with procedure and following directions in a correct order. “Proper” meant following the rules of Nature; seasons and weather patterns and the natural order and conditions in which all things grew.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Proper” to Mama meant “What would the neighbours think?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Papa cared not for what the neighbours thought. They already thought him a bit peculiar, ‘though he didn’t seem to mind; for he had said, “Indeed, they mayn’t say it to me directly, but botany is not a science that interests everybody. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">However</i>,” he had emphasized, “Those it does interest, are my truest friends.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Fernie thought about friends, too. She counted Cook and Mrs. O’Brien as her friends, ‘though they were adults and worked. William was her friend, ‘though he was her brother. She did not have any friends who were girls or her own age, much to Mama’s dismay. She did her best to force Fernie into layers of petticoats to go visiting with her when she attended teas. But, as she overheard Mama and Papa discussing one evening, “It is as though she were in another world entirely!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fanny’s World where she says nothing, but I surmise she must be <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">thinking</i> of something amusing and then laughs at her own jokes. It is unconscionable. There we were at Lady Constance’s and Fanny refused to so much as look at dear Florence! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Conversation was out of the question. And Florence was making <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">such</i> an effort to engage her! Why, she even asked her about ferns. But Fanny said nothing and then found something about which to be amused because she laughed so much she snorted, which was very vexing to Lady Constance, especially.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Papa replied with, “Lady Constance was vexed, was she? Oh, dear.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Mama continued. “Indeed! And all I could think to say was, ‘If my eyes were closed, I would think it was Frederick sitting here with us, for father and daughter have the same laugh.’ But still Lady Constance remained vexed. We left shortly thereafter. And <i>still</i> Fanny said nothing on the way home, in her own world, still!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Papa had found this whole tale very amusing. “Yes,” he agreed. “She can be in her own world for a while longer. Why disrupt it? It is a wonderful world to be in.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Mama had not replied, but Fernie understood her silence to be that of disagreement, while at the same time one of acquiescence that there would be no use in further discussion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">After that, Papa had taken to referencing “Fernie’s World,” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">with</i> Fernie. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Mama was not pleased.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The "Now, not now" time distinction comes from A.D.D. and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/ntrprnr/videos">social media expert Peter Shankman</a>, author of <a href="https://amzn.to/2ZVe8yz">Faster Than Normal</a>* and host of <a href="https://www.fasterthannormal.com/">The Faster Than Normal podcast</a>. </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Here's a video:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><a href="https://medium.com/@petershankman/why-hiring-the-damaged-is-a-smart-business-strategy-11bbe397be28">Really great article about growing up "not normal</a>," like Fernie. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">*Affiliate link</span></div>
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Hali Chambershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01610865910264488901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943906611734335434.post-20027738703916682252019-04-26T17:35:00.000-04:002019-04-26T17:35:47.263-04:00New Planner with Nik The Booksmith's New Fern Digi-Kit<div style="text-align: center;">
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Here is a planner I de-ringed and repurposed into my Fernie's World journal/planner using Nik The Booksmith's new Fern Specimen Digi-Kit:</div>
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I will give an update as I use it!</div>
Hali Chambershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01610865910264488901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943906611734335434.post-29061200772702686492019-04-26T08:01:00.000-04:002019-04-26T09:03:12.390-04:00Chapter 3: Fernie's World<br />
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">It was spring. How green
everything was appearing to be!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fernie
did notice the colours of flowers and trees blooming, in the early daylight.
Mama’s crocuses had already pushed through the dirt, and the daffodils were now
in their full glory. She knew that most people loved the pinks and the yellows
and other Spring-ish colours. But her favourite was what she called “new
green.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her beloved ferns were the best
part of that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">It was early yet. Mama was still
in her room, but would be drinking her morning tea and writing her letters. She
was not to be disturbed during this time, which was often most of the morning.
Nurse was busy with her younger siblings in the nursery and Papa was already
gone to university to teach. She loved these early mornings best when she was
free to do what she wanted—which was to wander amongst the freshly springing
ferns. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">She went down to the kitchen
and asked Cook if she would make her a meal to take with her on her morning
outing. “Goin’ fer a jaunt, are ya Fernie Girl?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Fernie smiled. She no longer
felt the sting of Florence’s words in her ears. Cook’s cheerful face and tone
of voice expressed her kindness and caring. She was Fernie more and more to
those whom she loved, and those who loved her. What had started as an
affectionate name from Papa, had stirred its way into her home life, and rested
in her heart, forever protected from Florence’s unkindness. She did not yet
have the courage to say that her name was Fernie, when meeting new acquaintances.
Mama would not have wanted her to say she was not Fanny, as that was her <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">proper</i> name. But on this morning, in the
warmth of the kitchen as Cook went about her tasks, she was content.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“Where’s that field satchel
o’ yours, then?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Cook asked, spreading a
slab of <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>butter onto a slice of bread. “I
think I’ve just enough gooseberry jam left for that bread, if ya like,” as she
scraped out the jar and swiped it across the butter. She put another slice of
bread on top and secured it in a beeswax sack.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“Oh, yes please!” Fernie
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“Now what else?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Cook said. “Have yer tea, here” as she set down
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in the dining room with all the proper accoutrements of breakfast. She liked
these less formal, early-morning times just with Cook and her helpers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">The kitchen door swung open
with a bang. “Oh, Bessie was giving me a time, this morning!” came a voice. It
was Nellie, one of Cook’s helpers, with a pail of milk. She looked at Fernie
sitting at the table. “Oh, Miss Fernie!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You’re up early!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Cook and Fernie both nodded.
“We are getting her ready for her morning outin’,” said Cook. She reached over
and deftly dipped a ladle into the milk and strained it into a small pitcher.
“Here ya go! Fresh from the cow!” and poured it into Fernie’s tea. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">As Fernie finished her
breakfast, Nellie recounted her difficulties of getting Bessie into the barn
for milking. Cook stood at the stove, commenting with an occasional “Oh, dear,”
as she moved pots about and added more wood to the fire and checked the oven.
Then she finished packing up Fernie’s food and put it in her field satchel. “That
should keep you well-fed this morn,” she said as she closed the flap. “You have
yerself a good outin’, now Miss Fernie!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Fernie took a final bit of
porridge and slurped her tea as she had seen Papa do with his coffee, and then
she grabbed her bag. “Thank you!” she said and she was out the kitchen door, skipping
through the dew of the day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Hali Chambershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01610865910264488901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943906611734335434.post-20388450433471839812019-04-19T19:29:00.000-04:002019-04-19T19:29:17.924-04:00Fernie's World: Chapter 2<div>
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Hali Chambershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01610865910264488901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943906611734335434.post-7225311043541552272019-04-14T17:15:00.001-04:002019-04-14T17:15:50.864-04:00WELCOME to The Fern WorldThis is the premiere of <i>The Fern World</i> website and blog. What began as a we-love-ferns digi-kit has turned into a whole series. We begin with <span style="color: #222222; font-family: "times new roman"; text-align: center;">Nik The Booksmith's <i>Much Ado About Ferns</i>:</span><br />
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To read the story of <i><a href="https://thefernworld.blogspot.com/p/fernies-world.html">Fernie's World</a></i>, you can click on the tab above to follow along. Updates every Friday! </div>
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Here's Hali's fern journal:</div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 18.6667px;">It is a Booksmith journal and includes </span><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 18.6667px;">the first story of </span><i style="color: #222222; font-size: 18.6667px;">Fernie's World</i><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 18.6667px;">.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 18.6667px;"> It is also a Traveler's Notebook and comes with:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 18.6667px;">*4 inserts/notebooks: one lined, one drawing paper, one "eco-printed" green dyed paper, and a Junk Journal insert with a combination of lined, ink-stained, fern-imprinted, ledger and music paper. Paper is all 32 lb. paper and is fountain pen/rollerball friendly.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 18.6667px;">*The first chapter of Fernie's World is included as a booklet </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 18.6667px;">*An ephemera packet: cards, fabric, lace, washi tape, music paper</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 18.6667px;">*<a href="https://amzn.to/2Gd2uGv">Gold fountain pen</a>, ink cartridges &amp; ink blotter page</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 18.6667px;">To construct the journal, I combined <i>The Adventures in Booksmithing </i>course along with <i>The Hollow Back Binding</i> course. To learn how to make your own Booksmith tomes and a whole lot more, here's a link to Nik's FABULOUS online classes: </span><a href="https://nik-the-booksmith.teachable.com/" style="font-size: 14pt;">Nik The Booksmith's Booksmithing courses</a>. <span style="color: #222222; font-size: 18.6667px;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCcLLeIWDYtttEzvTEhkfshQ/videos">Here's a link to her Nik The Booksmith YouTube</a> channel for more tutorials and inspiration.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 18.6667px;">To learn how to make your own Traveler's Notebooks, </span><a href="https://ledgerandlace.teachable.com/" style="font-size: 18.6667px;">here's a link to my Ledger &amp; Lace Teachable classroom</a><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 18.6667px;"> for a free course.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 18.6667px;">Here's a video flip-thru of the journal: </span></span><br />
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