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The Hands: Excerpts from "Dog's Plot" by David Warren

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by David Warren, author of "World According to Two Feathers"

Tiny Town Satellie of Dog's Plot – This my great, great grandfather Charles Drury,  with his wife -  my great great grandmother,  her daughter in law  - my great grandmother, and my grandmother - the baby, Vera Drury,  photographed by  my great grandfather - Dr. Charles Drury of Natural Bridge.

Somewhere there is another photo of the great great old man  seated in front of his family, in the Boston rocker which you see sitting empty on the right side of this photo;  his hands   closest of all family members to the camera, appearing huge,  gripping his knees like gnarling cedar roots on rock,  looking  as if they, THE HANDS themselves, were largely responsible for sending his three sons to medical school,  freeing the old fellow to  travel organizing farm granges, to farm out his cows, to become a bee keeper, and rock in the chair, growing the long white beard.

When the old man was gone, the Boston Rocker went to the Dr. Drury home in Natural Bridge,  where  I lived as a child.

When we moved to Ithaca in 1949, we brought the chair along.

In transit, or  maybe in rocking horse use at Edgewood Place, the chair got broken enough that it was stowed in the basement to await repairs.

We also kept our firewood  in the basement.

One day my brother went down cellar for kindling and , finding none but seeing  the busted chair, he split himself an armload, and  emerged  with it from the cellar: to the mortification of our mother at the stove.

That was the only time I ever saw Mama Dot cry.

We kept the chair, a bundle of nineteen pieces in the cellar, for fifty years or so.

In the nineteen nineties, my niece Liz Sticker who was then a carpenter for my Natural Bone Builders, rebuilt  the chair, and my daughter Mnetha has painted it a couple of times since.  Liz has it now.  Maybe she has the hands photo too.  I won't need it though:  I'm  actually getting the hands.

~>♦♥♦<~

 

Mouth Harpin' Blues Inceaseth the Harvest!

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 From Olive's Garden at Davey Weathercock's Aurora Substation

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A Spell on Der Ybbs

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Tiny Town Satellite of Dog's Plot, Somewhere, USA – Davey Warren, an elderly Ithaca area roofer, has for many years been better known locally as "that friend of John Irving",  the famous author,  whom he many years ago traveled alongside on an innocent fishing trip via motorcycle,  from Vienna, to a place of dark secrets in the Austrian uplands.  

Secrets which are only beginning to be told.  So, patient reader, look into it all right here: http://dogs-plot.blogspot.com/2011/01/spell-on-der-ybbs.htmlSpy Camera

Last Updated on Monday, 17 January 2011 22:00
 

A VERY UNHappy Dizzy-Izzy Christmas Dog Story ...

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 AS IT TURNS OUT THE STORY BELOW IS IN ERROR. IZZY IS LANGUISHING IN THE "BACK HOUSE" OF THE SPCA AND FACES A GRIM FUTURE BECAUSE HER OWNER'S LANDLORD WILL NOT ALLOW DOGS -- THIS IS A TRAGIC STORY. IZZY IS A GOOD DOG, I HAVE WALKED HER ... PLEASE THINK OF PEOPLE YOU KNOW WHO CAN HELP RESCUE IZZY FROM WHAT I SUSPECT WILL BE AN UNTIMELY END, NOT HERE, BUT SHE MIGHT GET SHIPPED OUT SOME PLACE WHERE DOGS DO NOT LIVE HAPPILY UNTIL THEY EXPIRE ... IF I AM WRONG ABOUT THAT, CORRECT ME ... BUT DOGS DO NOT JUST EXIST AT THE SHELTER AD INFINITUM ... THINK ABOUT IT ... 

 

 

 

Tiny Town, USA – The details of this story are still being worked out and until they are, it's not in the package and under the tree. But damned if it ain't close. 

Hard to follow facts: A dog named Izzy wound up at the Tompkins County SPCA at about the same time as a dog named Dizzy. 

TTT's missing animal unit spoke to the owners of who they believed to be Izzy. For various reasons "Izzy" had to be left at the SPCA. This is not a cool practice, by the way, getting in a tight spot and leaving your dog to be cared for by the SPCA while you figure out what to do, because the SPCA has dogs enough to deal with.

So, one member of our canine unit believed he was walking a dog that belong to people he knew. Bad news: Izzy's behavior deteriorated. She started snapping at people. When that happens, dogs go "out back" for serious training and 10 days of no outside contact with different people. Essentially the larger public does not see these dogs and they are removed from the adoption list. 

Our canine unit was asked to track down the owners and see if arrangements could be made to return Izzy before she became a lost cause. So he did. And guess what?

The alleged owners didn't know what the hell he was talking about. Their dog is named Dizzy. It was a complete miscommunication all along. Dizzy was safe in Pennsylvania with family members.

Boy did we feel stupid here at Tiny Town Times!!!

Then today, who knows what act set this chain of circumstance in motion: Begob! Izzy's owner shows up to identify her as her very own, lost apparently, due to economics and other matters.

In other words, there's a darned good chance Izzy will be reunited with her owner. 

If that don't beat all! 

Send in YOUR shaggy dog story. We also are happy to hear about Kitties who came to stay for Christmas and were returned home.

All best, 

C. Penbroke Handy, challenged and up for it

Last Updated on Monday, 27 December 2010 15:23
 

The Roostosterone Problem

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      My feral brother William spent several of his younger years on a rooster farm in the Florida swamp, so  the year I first raised chickens at Dog's Plot and the roosters became a problem, I brought  William here, to try and get them under control.       See here, with video and free popcorn:   http://dogs-plot.blogspot.com/2010/11/rooster-problem.html Dim lights Embed Embed this video on your site


    

Last Updated on Tuesday, 02 November 2010 22:05
 
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Dog's Plot
Dog's Plot: world's tiniest town, Davey Weathercock, Mayor.
  • Papa's Got a Brand New Blade
  • Dog Roses of Pumpkin Hill
     On the Dog's Plot four or five acres, and in the brush land and pasture land surrounding us we have the Rose that grew at the doorstep of the original homestead house and, then some seedlings I brought here from Ithaca along with Rose of Sharron, which is not a Rose at all, and then out back in the orchard and conspiciusly out on the cattle range, there are occasional multi flora, roses with there simple, small, and multitudinous flowers...a generally unpopular escape from Gardens, and then the Roses that we used to call Swamp Roses because they grow in my native swamps up north, along the lake shore, and beside streams.
            We call this place Dog's Plot, and because these pink, sometimes white, simple Roses are abundent here, arching, abounding, I began referring to them  as Dog Roses, and was then very surprised when my friend Der Rosenmeister, that Dog Rose was really the official English name for those Roses.  Several sub species exist, and so do Swamp Roses, which are something else.
         And of course Dog Roses turn out to be more than special;  magical and possiblly world saving, according to Wiki and Nature Enquirer, as soon as they get the news.
          But just look at these Dog Roses.  That is all you know, and all you need to know.  Truth is beauty and beauty is truth, and sleeping Dogs never lie.
      The last picture in this series shows a Pear Tree trying to come up in the pasture.  The cattle prune them down to the thorny  parts, so they stay dwarfed, as they do in the hay fields, waiting to spring up like the Cayuga's from whom they descend, by  way  of French Jesuit Missionary gardeners, then surviving the great Sullivan massacre, by sprouting from their roots.  Everybody should do that.









  • Three Strkes on Two Scythes
      I love my scythes and I abuse them terribly with my over-enthusiasm, which every  once in a while comes up against hard objects.  Each of these two twenty four inch ditch scythes have been broken three times and welded twice.  The welds themselves held, but I will be retiring these two now, ordering a new ditch scythe or two, and hacking with my brush scythe for the time being.


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