Welcome to My Red Cape. Long ago in another time my husband Jack and I lived in a little old red house. It was the stuff of dreams to us for the few years that we were there. I live there still a number of hours every day in imagination, with old dolls and paintings and fabrics and feather trees. I draw inspiration and happiness from the memories of that space in time and share some of it here with friends who remember how to step with Alice through the looking glass and take delight in whimsies and antiquities.

For more than sixty years I have studied, collected, repaired, and bought and sold antique dolls. They have been back ground music in my life at every stage, sometimes louder, sometimes subdued, but always there with me. To see only the posts about dolls on this blog, click the banner on the right titled Dolls for My Red Cape. Keep clicking “Older Posts” to see more. Some of the posts featuring rug hooking are gathered under the banner For Cathy. From time to time items are offered for sale under the banner “O’Neill’s Antiques” which was our shop name for many years. ~Edyth O’Neill

Monday, October 24, 2011

Rachael Carson's Salt Pond

























Near New Harbor Maine on the Pemaquid penninsula is a small area with a marker dedicated to Rachael Carson. The marker and the few parking spaces along a narrow way are unremarkable, but the curious traveler and many local drivers pause there to enjoy the special beauty of this spot.

When the tide is out, a natural hollow along the shore line is left filled with the sea water. Small creatures of the sea are trapped there for a few hours waiting for the tide to return. Small creatures of the land, our human children, wade out to chase small fish and hunt the sea glass or other bits of treasure deposited by the tide. Then our children must come ashore, as the sea reclaims Rachael's Pond, and the waves breaking across the rocks dance to a pounding rhythm that never fails to hold me. Soon no outline of the pond can be seen and the story begins again. Jack asks me if I am ready to drive on, and I answer that I will never be ready, so we had as well go. E

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