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Thursday, June 1, 2023

Violet

 
Modest little Violet
Was her loving Mother's pet;
Didn't care to go and play,
Rather stay at home all day.

       Assemble a mini doll sized book: Right, is the violet's illustration and verse. Visitors can collect all the flower illustrations and verse from "Flower Children" to print and construct a small book of verse for their dolls. Simply drag each png. into a Word Document, print, cut out all of the images the same size and staple the pages together at the left edge. Squeeze out some white school glue along the stapled edge of the pages and attach a cardboard cover.
 
The scientific name for Violets is Viola sororia. Find more about these flowers here.
 
Poems, Clip Art, etc... About Violets:
 
Here is a little "Violet" paper doll for children to color.
Color her flower petal dress with green and purple
crayons. Paste on soft yarn "hair" and color her skin to
match your own of that of a special friend, if you like.

SOME VIOLETS.
by May Riley Smith

Dear friend, I give thee violets;
And for my fee,
The fragrant secret of thy life
Disclose to me.

For through it, like a guiding thread,
I scent the rue;
And faintly track the odorous feet
Of heart's-ease too.

Reach down on patient cords to me
Thy brimming cup
Of wise, sweet thoughts, that I may drink,
And thus toil up

To where thou art, so meekly high,
So far away.
I can but kiss my eager hands
To thee to-day.

Or, if I may not reach so high,
Then be it so;
If I may sit beside thy feet,
'Twill not be low.

And, listening soft, my soul may catch.
In some far sense.
The tuneful impulse of a life
Serene, intense.

Ah, me! I do but spoil my work
With clumsy phrase;
And mar, with my uncultured speech,
Where I would praise.

So I will lay my heart's-ease down
At thy kind feet;
Regretting sore their broken stems,
Their vanished sweet.

Yet praying that their faded blue
Some type may be
Of the fair badge my heart shall wear
Always for thee!

Monday, May 3, 2021

#GirlsLife Dolls from Kohls

        #GirlsLife dolls (2015-2016) by Jakks were originally sold exclusively by Kohls, but now they may also be found in secondhand markets as well. All dolls are 18" tall, come with rooted hair and lovely acrylic eyes. These dolls lips part into friendly open smiles and their skin tones vary from ivory, tan, mocha and a dark rich brown in a hard plastic vinyl.

Collect all four dolls: Harper, Violet, Emma and Adrianna.

There Are Four #Girlslife Dolls:

  • Harper - Has auburn hair and hazel green eyes. "She is outgoing and fun and is always up for trying new things. She loves to play her instruments, create her own tunes, getting crafty and doing all things boys do but better. With her unique style she is the queen of originality. She has lots of charm and spunk and is always full of life which makes her the best friend ever."
  • Violet -  Has dark brown skin and brown eyes. "Violet is a free spirit and love to be outside and just be herself. She loves to camp and has a big heart for animals. In her spare time you can find her volunteering at the local animal shelter. She is full of life and adventure. You never know where you will find her next- hiking a trail, picking flowers or daydreaming under a tree."
  • Emma - Is a blue eyed blond. "She is graceful, bubbly and super friendly, Emma's style is sophisticated and polished. She loves anything pink, shopping, manicures and getting dressed up. Her favorite things to do are talking on her cell, putting on make-up and going to the mall She is always updating her status and is sure to "like" all of her friends."
    Adrianna - Has brown hair and brown eyes. "Adrionna is funny, smart and stylish. She loves comic books, posting photos and following the latest fashion trends! Most of all she loves laughing with a friend like you!

Dolly Review: #GirlsLife Harper (Kohls Exclusive)

Monday, July 31, 2023

Shooting Star

Twinkle, twinkle, Shooting Star
We don't wonder what you are.
On the Earth, your bright clad form
Captures every heart by storm.

       One of the brightest robed of our Spring flowers is the Shooting Star. I am sure you all love it because everyone I know, whether boy or girl, man or woman, loves it. On its side, it seems to love California for it grows from the South to the North and from the Pacific to the heights of the Sierras. Sometimes it is small; sometimes large; sometimes pale; sometimes ruddy; but always it is lovely.
       The whole plant works to make the beautiful flower. You know the clump of thick green leaves that cling close to the ground. They come out so early in the Spring that Shooting Star has to prepare them against the biting nips of Jack Frost. She makes them hug Mother Earth and also cling close together. She makes them thick all through. She does not cut them into parts as Buttercup does her leaves. All this so that they will be warm in the cold Spring winds and can help raise a lovely blossom head. Their upper side is shining to catch the eye of passing insects, but their lower side is covered over for warmth.
       Up from the center of this clump of leaves arises a strong thick round stem with no branches. When it reaches the point where the flower stalks will start; it swells out all around. From this swelled point, many little stalks climb up higher. Each bears a flower bud.
       You see the five petals are joined together in front into a short tube and then are flung back in graceful banners. The tube is colored a dark maroon, with bands of yellow and white to enliven it. The banners are rose-pink like the soft clouds in the eastern sky at dawn.
       The stamens are made to add to the beauty as well as to do their life work. Their stems are short and fixed inside the corolla tube; but the anthers are long and form a ring outside the tube's top. They are colored a dark violet, and they shine like velvet against the yellow and white circles on the petals. Through this anther ring, the pistil extends like a beak.
       While the petals bloom, the five sepals curve backward to give them all the room. When the seeds are growing and the petals fading, the calyx straightens itself up around the seedcase.
       All the Shooting Stars at the top of the stem do not bloom out at once. Indeed, several weeks pass from when the first beautiful corolla flings its banners wide until the last one drops off its ripening seedcase. Shooting Star has a very good reason for this. It is the same reason she has for grouping her flowers together at the top of her stem.
       She raises her stem above her leaves so as to be easily seen. She sends out a group of flowers together so as to make a greater mass of color. She has the flowers bloom at different times so that the color will be waving longer. All her plans are made to attract the insects eyes. She must interest them through their eyes. She has not much honey to offer them and little fragrance to attract them. She can give them plenty of rich pollen if they like that. But the first thing to do is to attract them to the pollen.
       The insects do see the bright corolla. They do come buzzing along. They are not so excited as when they received the Wall Flower's invitation, but still they do come. When they push their heads into the anther ring, they get the pollen all over them. Then, when they visit the next Shooting Star, the long bill of the pistil touches their head and takes off the pollen.
       Shooting Star is careful of her pollen. Her anthers hold it fast until something shakes them. If no insect comes before the flower grows old, then the pistil beak turns the stigma up, and the anthers let the pollen fall upon it and the ovules receive it.
       Have you noticed the little stalks that hold the flowers? When they hold a bud, they stand up straight to let it get the sunshine. When the corolla opens, they curve downward so as to protect the pollen from the wind. When the seed is formed, they straighten up again, holding the seedcase to the sun. Do you know how this seedcase opens and lets out the seeds. 
       Did you ever dig up a Shooting Star and look at its root? If you plant one in your garden, you may have a new Shooting Star there next year. Try the seeds too. Take a ripe seedcase and scatter the seeds without touching them. Scatter them in some warm spot where the wind will not come. They know how to get underground themselves. Perhaps they will grow. Perhaps they will not. Nothing is lost by trying.
       In Southern Europe, the pigs are fond of the root of Shooting Star. They dig it up and gobble it down greedily. So, in those countries, the common name of this lovely flower is  'Sow-Bread. '' Not a pretty name, is it? What do you call the flower? Some children call it "Mosquito Bill" and some 'Roosters." Both these names come from the shape of the pistil. I have heard that some call it "Mad Violet,"though why I do not understand. It does not look like a violet nor does it seem at all angry. It never acts wildly, but just grows quietly, crouched near the ground.
       I like best the commonest name, "Shooting Star." That gives the thought that the flowers' loveliness is not all of the earth. They have some of the calm beautiful spirit of the Stars. 

Thursday, April 6, 2023

Violet In Her Teddy Bear Suit

Teddy bear suits for winter weather became popular in the
early 1900s.

       Violet is wearing the Teddy bear suit made for her when Theodore Roosevelt was President of the United States. Theodore Roosevelt, often called Teddy, was fond of outdoor life, so his nickname
was given to the little cloth bears that became popular at that time.

Wednesday, October 29, 2025

The Four Flower Sisters

        I redrew and added additional gowns to these four sister paper dolls, each named after a specific blossom: hyacinth, lily, violet and rose, long ago. However, I still believe little ones will love to color and cut them out anytime of the year, even if it's not spring.

Sister "Hyacinth" paper doll

Sister "Lily" paper doll

Sister "Rose" paper doll

Sister "Violet" paper doll 

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Girl's Names V, W, X, Y and Z

Back To Name Your Doll Index

Name: Meaning: Origin
  • Valerie: Worthy: Teutonic 
  • Valentina: sweet and romantic, healthy: Latin
  • Vanessa: Butterfly: Greek
  • Venus: "desire": Latin
  • Vera: Truth: Latin
  • Veronica: True image: Greek
  • Victoria: The victorious: Latin 
  • Violet: type of flower: French
  • Virginia: Innocent: Latin
  • Vivian: Lively: Latin
  • Wahabazi (Wa-ha'-ba-zi): Yellow Corn: Omaha (Native American)
  • Wakcha (Wak'-cha): flower: Dakota (Native American)
  • Wakchazi (Wak'-cha-zi): Sunflower: Dakota (Native American)
  • Wanda: Wanderer: Teutonic
  • Washudse (Wa-shu'-dse): Wild-rose: Omaha (Native American)
  • Wen: Refinement: Chinese
  • Wera: "faith and truth" Polish
  • Wesley: meadow: English
  • Wethonkitha (We'thon-ki-tha) To come together (as in a society): Omaha (Native American)
  • Wetona (We'-ton-a): old name, meaning lost: Omaha (Native American)
  • Wetonbethe (We'-ton-be-the: One who gives hope: Omaha (Native American)
  • Wihe (Wi'-he): younger sister: Omaha (Native American)
  • Willa: resolute protection German
  • Willow: slender or graceful: English
  • Wilma: White browed: Cletic
  • Winifred: Reserved: English
  • Winna: Friend: African
  • Wioletta: "violet color" Polish
  • Witega (Wi'-te-ga): new moon: Dakota (Native American)
  • Xiang: Fragrant: Chinese
  • Xiaoling: Morning tinkle: Chinese
  • Xiaozhi: Little iris: Chinese
  • Yavanna: an elf name invented by author Tolkien
  • Yejida: Looks like her mother: Yoruba
  • Yenay: She who loves: Chinese
  • Ying: Clever, eagle: Chinese
  • Yolande: Flower: Old French 
  • Yua: "one thousand flowers": Japan
  • Yue: Moon: Chinese
  • Yvette: Archer: Old French
  • Yvonne: Archer: Old French 
  • Zalika: To be born: Swahili
  • Zelda: Patient: Teutonic
  • Zhen: Chaste: Chinese
  • Zillah: shadow, shade, gloom: Jewish
  • Zitkala (Zit-ka'-la): bird: Dakota (Native American)
  • Zitkalasha (Zit-ka'-la-sha): red bird: Dakota (Native American)
  • Zitkalatu (Zit-ka'-la-tu): blue bird: Dakota (Native American)
  • Zitkalazi (Zit-ka'-la-zi): yellow bird: Dakota (Native American)
  • Zoe or Zoey Life: Greek 
  • Zoja: "life" Polish
  • Zuzanna: "lily": Polish

Monday, November 6, 2023

Amethyst, Symbol of True Love

Roman intaglio engraved gem.
        The purple amethyst stands pre-eminent as the most popular of the semi-precious gems. Being a variety of quartz and obtainable in large quantities, this stone is now of more artistic than intrinsic value, but its qualities are those of a true gem. Indeed in early times, when the available supply of amethyst was limited, it was esteemed as a precious stone and was held in equal value with the sapphire. In many of the gem-pieces which have descended to us from ancient Rome, the amethyst and the sapphire are found side by side.
       The chief sources from whence the present-day supply of amethysts is derived are Brazil and the Ural Mountains in Siberia, although the gem is
found in many other localties. In North America, amethysts are found in Maine, Pennsylvania, West Virginia, North Carolina, and in the regions adjacent to Lake Superior. The Siberian amethysts, accompanied by beryl and topaz, occur in cavities in granite, although they are often found lying loose and very near the surface. The Siberian stones are so far superior to all others in the richness and depth of their dark violet hue, that the merest novice in the selection of gems would unhesitatingly show a preference for them over those from other sources. Very fine amethysts are occasionally obtained from Ceylon where they are found as pebbles in river-beds. These, however, occur in such small quantities as to be almost negligible. The Oriental amethyst which is procured from Ceylon is really the purple sapphire.
       While amethyst is found in all degrees of purple  from the lightest tint to a shade that is so dark as to be almost opaque, the gems of a dark reddish-purple are most highly prized. Good amethysts of this type hold their color-value under all circumstances, while some of the paler stones lose their violet color and show a dull gray under an artificial light.
       The amethyst lends itself to almost every type of cutting, but because of the great value which was placed upon this stone by the ancients it was not often engraved. Today, however, many of the finest amethysts are engraved or carved.

USED BY THE EGYPTIANS

       The amethyst figured in the earliest Egyptian amulets, the forms and heads of animals constituting the most favored models. An exceedingly fine specimen of ancient Egyptian goldsmith's work which was evidently worn as a talisman by one of very high rank, is now in the Louvre Museum, Paris. This is a pendant of gold, lapis-lazuli, amethyst and Oriental pearl, shaped into a bull's head. The amethyst is engraved on both faces, the form of a priest being figured in each case.

RELIGIOUS ASSOCIATIONS

       The association of the amethyst with sacerdotal things is old. It is the pious or episcopal gem, the precious stone of the Bishop, and it is regarded as imparting especial dignity and beauty to the property of the Roman Church. It is also the stone appropriate for mourning. The amethyst is sacred to St. Valentine who is said to have worn one at all times. In Revelation (XXI, 20) it is given as the twelfth foundation stone of Jerusalem.

PROTECTIVE AND CURATIVE VIRTUES

       In medieval times the amethyst was a favorite amulet as a preserver of the wearer in battle, and many a pious crusader who nightly told his beads, relied also upon the purple stone that hung as a protective charm beside his rosary. This gem was believed to be a good influence if worn by persons making petitions to princes, and when worn by a man, it was thought to attract to him the love of noble women. It was regarded as a protection from plagues, witchcraft, hailstorms, locusts and thieves. It was also supposed to induce sleep.

Amethyst cluster from Artigas, Uruguay.

THE TALISMAN OF CHARLEMAGNE

       One of the most interesting relics from medieval times is found in the Talisman of Charlemagne which was formerly preserved in the Cathedral Treasury at Aix-la-Chapelle, and which, because of its sacred character and on account of the mystic power ascribed to it, always exerted a peculiar fascination over the minds of those who visited the shrine.
       The 'talisman' is supposed to bear a piece of the True Cross which is surrounded by fifty or more large gems, many of these being amethysts.
       In the summer of 1804, Empress Josephine went to Aix-la-Chapelle where she visited the tomb of Charlemagne. Napoleon at this time authorized
the Cathedral chapter to bestow certain relics, among them the famed talisman, upon Josephine. It eventually went to the hands of Hortense, Josephine's daughter and the mother of Napoleon III, and was later inherited by him. It is said to be now in a private collection in Paris.

SOME FAMOUS GEMS

       The signet ring of Cleopatra was an amethyst, engraved with the figure of Mithras, a Persian deity, symbol of the Divine Idea, Source of Light and Life.
       From the ring of Edward the Confessor was taken an amethyst which now adorns the British crown. This particular stone is, by tradition, endowed with pronounced therapeutic virtues.

STONES OF LARGE SIZE

       Amethyst has been known to reach gigantic size at times, one crystal having been obtained which weighed 140 pounds.
       The artists of the Renaissance eagerly availed themselves of these huge and beautiful crystals to carve them into the fanciful but elegant vases that were so acceptable to the taste of their age. The Parisian Collections offer the choicest specimens of their skill in this line, presenting cups, vases, and urns carved from single gems, some of them measuring eight inches in height.
       Because of its beauty of color and its adaptability as an ornament the amethyst has always been held in popular esteem. It is coming, however, into the especial favor of those whose refined discrimination in matters of dress includes a gem-piece to harmonize with a costume. Wood

Friday, May 1, 2026

The Endless Story

       There was once a child who lived in a little hut, and in the hut there was nothing but a little bed, and a looking-glass which hung in a dark corner. Now the child cared nothing at all about the looking-glass, but as soon as the first sunbeam glided softly through the casement and kissed his eyelids, and the finch and the linnet waked him merrily with their morning songs, he jumped out of bed and, dressing quickly, ran out into the green meadow. There he begged flour of the primrose, and sugar of the violet, and butter of the buttercup; he shook the dewdrops from the cowslip into the cup of a harebell; spread out a large lime-leaf, set his breakfast upon it, and feasted daintily. Sometimes he invited a humming bee, oftener a gay butterfly, to share his feast; but his favorite guest was the blue dragonfly. The bee murmured a good deal, in a solemn tone, about his riches; but the child thought that if he were a bee, heaps of treasure would not make him gay and happy; and that it must be much more delightful and glorious to float about in the free and fresh breezes of spring, and to hum joyously in the web of the sunbeams, than, with heavy feet and heavy heart, to stow the silver wax and the golden honey into cells. 
        To this the butterfly agreed, and he told how, once on a time, he too had been greedy and sordid; how he had thought of nothing but eating, and had never once turned his eyes upwards to the blue heavens. At length, however, a complete change had come over him and, instead of crawling spiritless about the earth, half dreaming, he all at once awakened as out of a deep sleep. And now he could rise into the air and play with the light, reflect the heavens in the bright eyes of his wings, and listen to the soft language of the flowers, and catch their secrets. Such stories delighted the child, and his breakfast was the sweeter to him, and the sunshine on leaf and flower seemed to him more bright and cheering. But when the bee had flown off to beg from flower to flower, and the butterfly had fluttered away to his playfellows, the dragonfly still remained poised on a blade of grass. Her slender and burnished body, more brightly and deeply blue than the deep blue sky, glistened in the sunbeam, and her netlike wings laughed at the flowers because they could not fly, but must stand still and abide the wind and rain. The dragonfly sipped a little of the child's clear dewdrops and blue-violet honey, and then whispered her winged words. And the child made an end of his repast, closed his dark blue eyes, bent down his beautiful head, and listened to the sweet prattle. 
       Then the dragonfly told much of the merry life in the green wood — how sometimes she played hide-and-seek with her playfellows under the broad leaves of the oak and the beech trees or hunt-the-hare along the surface of the still waters, or sometimes quietly watched the sunbeams as they flew busily from moss to flower, and from flower to bush, and shed life and warmth over all. But at night, she said, the moonbeams Then the dragonfly told of the merry life in the green wood glided softly around the wood, and dropped dew into the mouths of all the thirsty plants ; and when the dawn pelted the slumberers with the soft roses of heaven, some of the flowers looked up and smiled, but most of them could not so much as raise their heads for a long, long time. 
       Such stories did the dragon-fly tell. And as the child sat motionless, with his eyes shut and his head rested on his little hand, she thought he had fallen asleep, so she poised her double wings and flew into the rustling wood. 
       But the child was only sunk into a dream of delight, and was wishing he were a sunbeam or a moonbeam; and he would have been glad to hear more and more, and forever. Then as all was still, he opened his eyes and looked around for his dear guest, but she had flown far away. He could not bear to sit there any longer alone, so he rose and went to the gurgling brook. It gushed and rolled so merrily, and tumbled so wildly along as it hurried to throw itself head-over-heels into the river, just as if the great massy rock out of which it sprang were close behind it, and could only be escaped by a break-neck leap. 

Then the dragonfly told of the merry life in
the green wood.
       Then the child began to talk to the little waves and asked them whence they came. They would not stay to give him an answer, but danced away, one over another, till at last, that the sweet child might not be grieved, a drop of water stopped behind a piece of rock. From her the child heard strange histories; but he could not understand them all, for she told him about her former life, about the depths of the mountain. 
       "A long while ago," said the drop of water, "I lived with my countless sisters in the great ocean, in peace and unity. We had all sorts of pastimes; sometimes we mounted up high on the crest of the wave and peeped at the stars; then we sank deep, deep below, and watched how the coral builders work till they are tired, that they may reach the light of day at last. But by and by I longed to go farther and to know all that lay beyond my ocean home. So one day, when the sun rose out of the sea, I clung fast to one of his hot beams, and thought that now I should reach the stars and become one of them. But I had not ascended far, when the sunbeam shook me off and, in spite of all I could say or do, let me fall into a dark cloud. Soon a flash of fire darted through the cloud, and now I thought I must surely die; but the whole cloud laid itself softly down on the top of a mountain, and so I escaped. Now I thought I should remain hidden, when all of a sudden I slipped over a round pebble, fell from one stone to another, down into the depths of the mountain; till at last it was pitch dark, and I could neither see nor hear anything. 
      "'What,' thought I, 'will become of me now? There is nothing here but death.' Yet soon I knew that all about me were other drops working in the darkness, moistening the dry earth. In the clouds I had learned humility, so now I learned how to work in the darkness and the hidden places. I saw little roots reaching down into the dark earth for moisture from which they could feed the flowers and trees. I learned that one may find life even in the dark. Then one day I found myself emerging into the free, cheerful air in a tiny woodland spring. Now the brook has tossed me here, and I wait until I am called to something better." 
       But hardly had she done, when the root of a forget-me-not caught the drop of water by her hair, and sucked her in, that she might become a floweret and twinkle brightly as a blue star on the green firmament of earth. by Friedrich Wilhelm Carove.

Wednesday, August 2, 2023

Blue-Eyed Grass

by Eric Hunt

       Iris has a little sister whom you all know. At first glance, you might not think she was of the same family. As you grow in years and in the study of plants, you will see that she is.
       Out on sunny slopes early in the year, you often see masses of blue stars dotting the grass tops. "Blue-Eyed Grass'' we call these plants because their leaves seem so grass-like.
       Now that Iris has taught you that a calyx need not be green, you can easily pick out the parts of Blue-Eyed Grass. She has not such a graceful form as Iris, and has different shaped sepals, petals, stamens, and stigmas. Indeed, she seems to like a simple form. She makes her calyx and corolla nearly exactly alike.
       You see six blue or purple rays going out from the center, all looking alike. They all look like petals. Three are really sepals.
       Mrs. Blue-Eyed Grass sometimes makes the sepals a little wider than the petals, but not much. She always spreads out the six parts the same distance. Then she adds a point or so to their edges as if she wanted them to stretch out still farther. She puts the same yellow dash down their center. She gives them the same kind of honey paths.
       She arranges her stamens in full view. However, Mrs. Blue-Eyed Grass wanted a little change from the usual stamens. She broadened out her stems and joined them into a little tube. The three small anthers are hung on top of this tube.
       The pistil comes up through the stamen tube. It stands up in plain sight. Its knobby stigma does not look anything like the beautiful one of the Iris.
       You can easily see how Blue-Eyed Grass gets help in her seed-making. Little Miss Ant crawls up the grass-like stem until she lands on a flower. A sepal or a petal seems a broad platform to her after her climb up the narrow roadway. She does not stop to look at the view. Her nose tells her something good is in the pantry. The yellow center tells her eye where that pantry is. Down the honey path she goes. O, joy! Her nose and her eye have led her aright.
       The pantry is narrow, even for little Miss Ant. Though she be very orderly in her dining, she is sure to touch the stamen tube. Then, you know what happens. 
       The anthers open and pour the pollen over her. Then, she goes out to find another Blue-Eyed Grass pantry. In getting to it, she brushes against the knobby stigma and leaves the pollen on it.
       When the stigma receives the pollen and sends it down to the seed-case, it rolls back into three parts. That shows it does not care to use any more pollen. As the seeds ripen, the sepals and petals curl themselves up into funny shapes.
       The seedcase is not like that of the Iris, nor are the seeds the shape of the Iris seeds. Look at them for yourself.
       When you notice the leaves, you see that they grow as the Iris leaves do. They fold over each other and over the stem. I wonder if you would like to know what Botanists call this kind of leaf growth. I think it is not too hard a word for you. Its meaning always makes me smile. They say these leaves are ''equitant.' That means ''leaves riding astraddle'' as you ride a horse. Did you ever ride a horse? If not a real live horse, you must have ridden a rocking-horse. You just put one leg on one side and one on the other, and off you go. That is riding astraddle. You see Blue-Eyed Grass leaves and Iris leaves ride the stem this way, and so they are ‚''equitant leaves.‚'' Look in your home garden and see what other plants have their leaves riding horse back.
       In the Spanish California days, students used to make a purple ink out of Blue-Eyed Grass. They called it a pet name that meant ''little letters.'' In those days, it was not easy to get pens and inks. There were very few stores in the state. The children lived on ranches far from the stores. Think of the joy of finding in your own home field a little plant that would give you a fine violet ink.
       Imagine a little girl begging her Mama for some of the paper that the last sailing vessel had brought from Boston. She would whittle off the end of two feathers. Then, would write a letter to their cousins, perhaps, who lived at Santa Clara. Very carefully they wrote. Very, very carefully. It did not count that a whole field of ink did grow one jump over the fence. The paper took months to come in a sailing vessel. They could have very little of it.
       And what do you think? Her cousins wrote back to her in the same kind of violet ink?
       If students wanted a still stronger ink, take Blue-Eyed Grass's pretty sister, ''Golden-Eyed Grass.'' Her stain is even deeper purple. As you study her, you see that she is very much like Blue-Eyed Grass. Some people think her golden star prettier than the blue one.

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Thursday, October 27, 2022

The Little Mermaid

She planted a bright red weeping-willow beside the statue.
       Far out at sea, the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflowers, and as clear as the purest crystal. But it is very deep - so deep, indeed, that no rope can fathom it ; and many church steeples need be piled one upon the other to reach from the bottom to the surface. It is there that the sea-folk dwell.
       Nor must it be imagined that there is nothing but a bare, white, sandy ground below. No, indeed! The soil produces the most curious trees and flowers, whose leaves and stems are so flexible that the slightest motion of the waters seems to fluster them as if they were living creatures. Fishes, great and small, glide through the branches as birds fly through the trees here upon earth. In the deepest spot of all stands the sea-king's palace ; its walls are of coral, and its tall pointed windows of the clearest amber, while the roof is made of mussel-shells, that open and shut according to the tide. And beautiful they look; for in each shell lies a pearl, any one of which would be worthy to be placed in a queen's crown.
       The sea-king had been a widower for many years, so his aged mother kept house for him. She was a very wise woman, but extremely proud of her noble birth, which entitled her to wear twelve oyster-shells on her tail, while other well-born persons might only wear six. In all other respects she was a very praiseworthy sort of body ; and especially as regards the care she took of the little princesses her grand-daughters. They were six pretty children ; but the youngest was the prettiest of all. Her skin was as clear and delicate as a rose-leaf, and her eyes as blue as the deepest sea ; but she had no feet any more than the others, and her body ended in a fish's tail.
       They were free to play about all day long in the vast rooms of the palace below water, where live flowers grew upon the walls. The large amber windows were opened, when the fishes would swim inwards to them just as the swallows fly into our houses when we open the windows; only the fishes swam right up to the princesses, ate out of their hands, and allowed themselves to be stroked.
       In front of the palace was a large garden with bright red and dark blue trees, whose fruit glittered like gold, and whose blossoms were like fiery sparks, as both stalks and leaves kept stirring continually. The ground was strewed with the most delicate sand, but blue as the flames of sulpher. The whole atmosphere was of a peculiar blue tint that would have led you to believe you were hovering high up in the air, with clouds above and below you, rather than standing at the bottom of the sea. When the winds were calm, the sun was visible ; and to those below it looked like a scarlet flower shedding light from its calyx.
       Each of the little princesses had a plot of ground in the garden where she might dig and plant as she pleased. One sowed her flowers so as to come up in the shape of a whale; another preferred the figure of a little mermaid; but the youngest planted hers in a circle to imitate the sun, and chose flowers as red as the sun appeared to her. She was a singular child, both silent and thoughtful ; and while her sisters were delighted with all the strange things that they obtained through the wrecks of various ships, she had never claimed anything - with the exception of the red flowers that resembled the sun above - but a pretty statue, representing a handsome youth, and carved out of pure white marble, that had sunk to the bottom of the sea when a ship foundered. She planted a bright red weeping-willow beside the statue; and when the tree grew up, its fresh boughs hung over it nearly down to the blue sands, where the shadow looked quite violet, and kept dancing about like the branches. It seemed as if the top of the tree were at play with its roots, and each trying to snatch a kiss.
       There was nothing she delighted in so much as to hear about the upper world. She was always asking her grand-mother to tell her all she knew about ships, towns, people, and animals; what struck her as most beautiful was, that the flowers of the earth should shed perfumes, which they do not below the sea; that the forests were green; and that the fishes amongst the trees should sing so loud and so exquisitely, that it must be a treat to hear them. It was the little birds that her grandmother called fishes, or else her young listeners would not have understood her, for they had never seen birds.
       "When you have accomplished your fifteenth year,'' said the grandmother, ''you shall have leave to rise up out of the sea, and sit on the rocks in the moonshine, and look at the large ships sailing past. And then you will see both forests and towns.''
       In the following year one of the sisters would reach the age of fifteen; but as all the rest were each a year younger than the other, the youngest would have to wait five years before it would be her turn to come up from the bottom of the ocean and see what our world is like. However, the eldest promised to tell the others what she saw, and what struck her as most beautiful on the first day; for their grandmother did not tell them enough, and there were so many things they wanted to know.
       But none of them longed for her turn to come so intensely as the youngest, who had to wait the longest, and was so reserved and thoughtful. Many a night did she stand at the open window, and gaze upwards through the dark blue water, and watch the fishes as they lashed the sea with their fins and tails. She could see the moon and stars, that appeared indeed rather pale, though much larger, seen through the water, than they do to us. If something resembling a black cloud glided between the stars and herself, she knew that it was either a whale swimming overhead, or a ship full of human beings, none of whom probably dreamed that a lovely little mermaid was standing below, and stretching forth her white hands towards the keel of their vessel.
       The eldest princess was now fifteen, and was allowed to rise up to the surface of the sea. On her return she had a great deal to relate ; but the most delightful thing of all, she said, was to lie upon a sand-bank in the calm sea, and to gaze upon the large city near the coast, where lights were shining like hundreds of stars; to listen to the sounds of music, to the din of carriages, and the busy hum of the crowd ; and to see the church steeples, and hear the bells ringing. And she longed after all these things, just because she could not approach them.
       Oh, how attentively her youngest sister listened ! And later in the evening, when she stood at the open window, and gazed up through the dark blue water how she thought about the large city with its din and bustle, and even fancied she could hear the church-bells ringing from below!
       In the following year, the second sister obtained leave to rise up to the surface of the water, and swim about at her pleasure. She went up just at sunset, which appeared to her the finest sight of all. She said that the whole sky appeared like gold ; and as to the clouds, their beauty was beyond all description. Red and violet clouds sailed rapidly above her head, while a flock of wild swans, resembling a long, white scarf, flew still faster than they, across the sea towards the setting sun. She, too, swam towards it, but the sun sank down, and the rosy hues vanished from the surface of the water and from the skies.
       The year after, the third sister went up. She was the boldest of them all; so she swam up a river that fell into the sea. She saw beautiful green hills covered with vines; castles and citadels peeped out from stately woods; she heard the birds singing, and the sun felt so warm, that she was frequently obliged to dive down under the water to cool her burning face. In a small creek, she met with a whole troop of little human children. They were naked, and dabbling about in the water. She wanted to play with them, but they fled away in great alarm; and there came a little black animal (she meant a dog, only she had never seen one before), who barked at her so tremendously, that she was frightened, and sought to reach the open sea. But she should never forget the beautiful forests, the green hills, or the pretty children, who were able to swim in the water although they had no fish's tails.
       The fourth sister was less daring. She remained in the midst of the sea, and maintained that it was most beautiful at that point, because from thence one could see for miles around, and the sky looked like a glass bell above one's head. She had seen ships, but only at a distance - they looked like sea-mews; and the waggish dolphins had thrown somersets, and the large whales had squirted water through their nostrils, so that one might fancy there were hundreds of fountains all round.
       It was now the fifth sister's turn. Her birthday was in the winter, therefore she saw what the others had not seen the first time they went up. The sea looked quite green, and huge icebergs were floating about; each looked like a pearl, she said, only larger than the churches built by human beings. They were of the oddest shapes, and glittered like diamonds. She had placed herself upon the largest of them, and all the vessels scudded past in great alarm, as though fearful of approaching the spot where she was sitting and letting the wind play with her long hair ; but towards evening, the sky became overcast, it thundered and lightened, while the dark sea lifted up the huge icebergs on high, so that they were illuminated by the bright flashes. All the vessels reefed in their sails, and their passengers were panic-stricken, while she sat quietly on her floating block of ice, and watched the blue lightning as it zig-zagged along the shining sea.
       The first time that each of the sisters had successively risen to the surface of the water, they had been enchanted by the novelty and beauty of all they saw ; but being now grown up, and at liberty to go above as often as they pleased, they had grown indifferent to such excursions. They longed to come back into the water, and at the end of a month they had all declared that it was far more beautiful down below, and that it was pleasanter to stay at home.
       It frequently happened in the evening, that the five sisters would entwine their arms, and rise up to the surface of the water all in a row. They had beautiful voices, far finer than any human being's; and when a storm was coming on, and they thought some ship likely to sink, they swam before the vessel, and sang most sweetly of the delights to be found beneath the water, begging the sea-farers not to be afraid of coming down below. But the sailors could not understand what they said, and mistook their words for the howling of the tempest; and they never saw all the fine things below, for if the ship sank, the men were drowned, and their bodies alone reached the sea-king's palace.
       When the sisters rose up arm-in-arm through the water, the youngest would stand alone, looking after them, and felt ready to cry ; only mermaids have no tears, and therefore suffer all the more.
       ''How I wish I were fifteen!'' said she. ''I am sure I shall love the world above, and the beings that inhabit it.''
       At last she reached the age of fifteen.
       ''Well! now you are grown up,'' said her grandmother, the widow to the late king. ''So let me dress you like your sisters.'' And she placed in her hair a wreath of white lilies, every leaf of which was half a pearl; and the old dame ordered eight large oyster-shells to be fastened to the princess's tail, to denote her high rank.
       "But they hurt me so," said the little mermaid.
       "Pride must suffer pain," said the old lady.
       Oh, how gladly would she have shaken off all this pomp, and laid aside her heavy wreath - the red flowers in her garden adorned her far better - but she could not help herself.
        "Farewell!" cried she, rising as lightly as a bubble to the surface of the water.

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Monday, August 5, 2019

My Doll

"Kitty's doll named Rose"

MY DOLL
( 1852 )


I have a little doll,
I take care of her clothes;
And she has flaxen hair,
And her name is Rose.

She has pretty violet eyes
And a very small nose
And a sweet little mouth,
And her name is Rose. 

She has a little bed,
And when the daylight goes
I tuck her up in it,
And say, "Good night, dear Rose."
Author Unknown

Monday, May 18, 2015

Maria Theresa, of Hungary

       Maria Theresa, that is my little owner's name, and she is one of the happiest, healthiest, round- cheeked, bright-eyed girls in all the world. My own name is Panna, and we belong to the peasant class of people, and I think that I am one of the best-loved dolly girls in the whole of our great country. I wish you could see our cottage home, where we both live so joyfully together.
Hungarian Dolls.
       Quite a lot of us cannot read nor write, but Maria Theresa can just manage to scribble her name in a very shaky way, and she can slowly spell out words in big books; so that when she grows up she will be considered quite clever and advanced. But I was telling you about our cottage home. Every cottage in our country is built on the side of a small garden or court, that is separated from the roadway by a line of fencing, and most of the windows are placed so that they look on to the road, so that when it is a wet day, or we want to be amused, we can see everyone who happens to pass by on their journeys to the town. Under the windows runs a long bench which is called a " sychordo "which means "bearer of words,' and it is on this that people sit and gossip, some- times for hours together. Maria Theresa often sits here, with me cuddled close up against her warm little body, and sings to me so that her musical crooning voice and the warmth soon send me fast asleep, and then I wake up, perhaps long hours afterwards‚ and find that she has laid me down and gone indoors to have her dinner.
       The roof of our house is thatched with straw or reeds, and this roof projects into very broad eaves over a brick terrace that runs all round the house. This is done because of the wet time that comes in the winter season, so that we can walk in the dry without stepping into the mud that lies everywhere when the weather is bad. Some of the larger houses are built in two parts, on either side of the garden, instead of one; and, where this is so the two portions are connected by a lofty arch gateway. Always the house is whitewashed, and generally decorated here and there with bright colors, for we are very fond of a gay appearance in everything.
       And this brings me to myself and the wonderful clothes that Maria Theresa herself has made for me. I said that we were a peasant family, and so, of course, I am garbed in the national dress, for we are the only class that still continues in the old ways. Indeed, if you looked at me you would almost see Maria Theresa, for she has copied every detail of her own dress so exactly that, except that she is dark and I am fair, there is hardly any difference in us.
       First of all, I wear a cap, and it is one of the prettiest caps imaginable. It is woven by hand of cotton, and is white or cream in color. But the point about it is the wonderful embroidery that Maria Theresa has stitched into it in red and scarlet silk. This may sound funny to you, but when it is worked and all filled in between with violet and green, you would be charmed with the appearance, for none of the original white cotton, of which the cap is made, shows at all. My skirt and blouse are both of similar white cotton, worked all over with a black and red spot pattern, done in cross stitch. Over my blouse I wear a sleeveless plain coat of dark blue, lined with red silk and edged with a border of white pinked cloth. Down the front of this coat are two rows of tiny silver buttons, so that you can see I am very smart indeed. But this is not all, for I wear a little cotton apron and a sash of woven wool, in the brightest mixture of colors you can imagine. To complete me (and I should have felt sad indeed without this) I have a long necklace of black and red beads that Maria Theresa threaded for me one winter for a Christmas gift.
       Sometimes we have very gay times indeed, for we are a light-hearted people and one of our chief joys is dancing. When the shepherds come into the village is the best time, for they never seem to get tired of playing the "tilinka," and everyone dances the whole evening and far into the night. Maria Theresa is as fond of this as anyone, and, rather than miss a dance, takes me by my hands for her partner, until everyone exclaims: " Just look at Maria Theresa and Panna! What a girl she is!"

"Hungarian Girl Scout Anna Kiss explains how the various regions of
 Hungary have different embroidery, fabric, etc. so the dolls are
 different. At the Hungarian Scout Festival in Cleveland Ohio."

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Nature Experiences by R. W. Emerson

"For Nature, true and like in every place,
Will hint her secret in a garden patch,
Or in lone corners of a doleful heath."
R. W. Emerson. 

"To read the sense the woods impart,
You must bring the throbbing heart."
R. W. Emerson. 

"See yonder leafless trees against the sky,
How they diffuse themselves into  the air
And ever subdividing, separate
Limbs into branches, branches into twigs;
As if they loved the element, and hasted
To dissipate their being into it."
R. W. Emerson.

"I thought the sparrow's note from heaven,
Singing at eve on the alder bough;
I brought him home, in his nest, at even;
He sings the song, but it cheers not now;
For I did not bring home the river and sky;
He sang to my ear, they sang to my eye.
The delicate shells lay on the shore;
The bubbles of the latest wave 
Fresh pearls to their enamel gave;
And the bellowing of the savage sea
Greeted their safe escape to me.
I wiped away the weeds and foam,
I fetched my sea-born treasures home;
But the poor unsightly, noisome things
Had left their beauty on the shore
With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar."
R. W. Emerson.

"As I spoke, beneath my feet
The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath,
Running over the club moss burs;
I inhaled the violet's breath;
Around me stood the oaks and firs;
Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground;
Over me soared the eternal sky,
Full of light and of deity;
Again I saw, again I heard,
The rolling river, the morning bird;
Beauty through my senses stole;
I yielded myself to the perfect whole."
R. W. Emerson.

Sunday, July 17, 2022

Eight AVON Thimble Ladies

Left to right dolls represent a particular fashion
from the following years: 1928, 1938, 1942, NS 1947.

Left to right dolls represent a particular fashion
from the following years: 1890, 1900, 1923 and 1927.

       Eight thimbles sold by AVON in 1983. The set had also a 12" mahogany rack designed to display the items. Each porcelain thimble represents a fashionable lady from a specific year: 

  1. 1890 - blue ruffles, neck tie and hat + pink silk roses on hat
  2. 1900 - rose color, puff sleeves, flower in hair, cameo
  3. 1923 - pale lavender, with white fur collar, felt hat and lilac scarf on hat 
  4. 1927 - flapper design, bright blue, turban with buckle, long pearl necklace, ruffled detachable collar to cover plunging neckline
  5. 1928 - gold, amber flapper costume, draped strip scarf
  6. 1938 - blue and white, flower in hair, chain, rose motif on sleeves
  7. 1942 - hot pink, angel or bird wing motif across bust, grey gloves suggested
  8. 1947 - violet plus hat, no vail, 3 white flower on corsage

       Originally, thimbles were used simply solely for pushing a needle through fabric or leather as it was being sewn. Since then, however, they have gained many other uses. From the 16th century onwards silver thimbles were regarded as an ideal gift for ladies.
       Early Meissen porcelain and elaborate, decorated gold thimbles were also given as 'keepsakes' and were usually quite unsuitable for sewing. This tradition has continued to the present day. In the early modern period, thimbles were used to measure spirits, and gunpowder, which brought rise to the phrase "just a thimbleful". Prostitutes used them in the practice of thimble-knocking where they would tap on a window to announce their presence. Thimble-knocking also refers to the practice of Victorian schoolmistresses who would tap on the heads of unruly pupils with dames thimbles.
       Before the 18th century the small dimples on the outside of a thimble were made by hand punching, but in the middle of that century, a machine was invented to do the job. A thimble with an irregular pattern of dimples was likely made before the 1850s. Another consequence of the mechanization of thimble production is that the shape and the thickness of the metal changed. Early thimbles tend to be quite thick and to have a pronounced dome on the top. The metal on later ones is thinner and the top is flatter.

Thimbles from many different countries, made from a variety of materials.

       Collecting thimbles became popular in the UK when many companies made special thimbles to commemorate the Great Exhibition held in the Crystal Palace in Hyde Park, London. In the 19th century, many thimbles were made from silver; however, it was found that silver is too soft a metal and can be easily punctured by most needles. Charles Horner solved the problem by creating thimbles consisting of a steel core covered inside and out by silver, so that they retained their aesthetics but were now more practical and durable. He called his thimble the Dorcas, and these are now popular with collectors. There is a small display of his work in Bankfield Museum, Halifax, England.
       Early American thimbles made of whale bone or tooth featuring miniature scrimshaw designs are considered valuable collectibles. Such rare thimbles are prominently featured in a number of New England Whaling Museums.
       During the First World War, silver thimbles were collected from "those who had nothing to give" by the British government and melted down to buy hospital equipment. In the 1930s and 1940s glass-topped thimbles were used for advertising.
       Leaving a sandalwood thimble in a fabric store was a common practice for keeping moths away. Thimbles have also been used as love-tokens and to commemorate important events. People who collect thimbles are known as digitabulists. One superstition about thimbles says that if a person has three thimbles given to them, they will never be married.

Tuesday, November 14, 2023

Sapphire, Birthstone for September

A giant sapphire, teardrop shape.
        It seems incongruous that corundum, the material composing the polishing-wheel found in our machine-shops, should be basically identical with the beautiful sapphire. They are, nevertheless, one and the same, save for the crystallization of the gem.
       ''Sapphire'' is the name that is generally applied to any gem corundum excepting the red variety (ruby). More specifically, it is the name that is applied to the blue stone which is the most highly prized, the desired tints being royal blue and cornflower or cobalt blue.
       Ranking next to the diamond in hardness, the sapphire is one of the most beautiful and popular gems, as well as one of the most ancient ones, for it is mentioned in the earliest written histories, its name differing but slightly in the Hebrew, Greek, and Latin tongues.
       Sapphires are found in Siam, Ceylon, Kashmir; in the north-west Himalaya Mountains in Australia, and in the United States. It is said that Siam yields over half of the sapphires that are marketed, and those of the finest quality. There the gem is found in a light, sandy clay within two feet from the surface. In America, sapphires of a somewhat inferior quality are found near Helena, Montana, for years a field of operations for placer miners who undoubtedly panned out sapphires and rubies for a long time without identifying them as precious stones.
       Sapphires are cut: brilliant‚ en cabochon‚ cushion and step, while in the Orient they are usually found in the rose cutting. Occasionally the stones are engraved and used as seals, while rare sapphires of the Roman imperial period bore carved figures or astrological symbols. The ancients regarded the sapphire as a powerful talisman, and it was believed that carvings placed upon the gem would often enhance its talismanic properties.

TRADITION

       Not unlike most of the precious and semi-precious stones, the history of the sapphire is interwoven with interesting lore, tradition and superstition. The sacred character of the stone was attested by the tradition that the Law given to Moses on the Mount was engraved on tablets of sapphire. (This probably should have been translated 'lapis-lazuli'.) In Revelation (xxi, 19), we are told that the second foundation stone of Jerusalem was sapphire. We also find that the sixth Mohammedan heaven was sapphire.
       Writing in the twelfth century, the Bishop of Rennes lavished great praise upon this stone. ''Sapphire was like pure sky and mighty Nature had endowed it with so great a power that it might be called sacred and the gem of gems. Fraud was banished from its presence''

A SAPPHIRE OF NOTE

The blue Logan Sapphire.
       Among the famous sapphires possessed of an interesting history is one which was in the South Kensington Museum, in London. By daylight this remarkable gem displayed a rich, blue color, but by artificial light it showed a violet hue and resembled an amethyst. In the eighteenth century this stone was in the collection of a Polish nobleman, and, it is related, was used as a test of female virtue, the change of color indicating unfaithfulness on the part of the wearer. If the owner wished to prove that the subject of the test was innocent, she was made to wear the sapphire for three hours of daylight; but in the opposite case the test was so timed that it began in daylight and ended when the candles or lamps had been lighted. This gem was for a time in the collection of the Duke of Orleans, who bore the name of Philippe Egalite during the French Revolution.

MANUFACTURED SAPPHIRES

       Of late years we have heard a great deal about ''reconstructed'' and manufactured sapphires. Science has been able to produce genuine sapphires by artificial methods; stones which have the same color aspect, chemical properties, degree of hardness, and specific gravity as the natural gem; and to the unskilled eye they present the appearance of the true sapphire. To the trained observer, however, they present several differences, namely, their color is not distributed in the same manner as the natural stone; where the natural stone shows a grain and a crystalline structure the fabricated gem shows no grain and under a lens shows countless minute air bubbles; and last but far from least, the true gem has a velvety luster that has never been successfully imitated in the manufactured stone. It is exceedingly doubtful that the artificial stone will ever affect the market value of the natural sapphire. Wood

Tuesday, July 25, 2023

Baby Blue Eyes: Lesson 2

A little bit of sky
On Mother Earth's warm breast
Draws bees from far and nigh
And satisfies their quest.

Baby-Blue-Eyes up close.

       Baby-Blue-Eyes has several sisters, natives of California. Most of them look like her. Their color is different, but their shape is the same. They have the honey paths, the honey bowls, and the hair screens. They are all loved by the insect world.
       One of the sisters is quite different, but I think you can find her. Instead of growing near the ground, it climbs up and throws itself over bushes. It's stem is square. You can feel the corners. But be careful of your fingers. The stem is covered with little bristles, each ending in a hook and each pointing backward. It has these hooks to hold on to bushes with, but if you will put your hand in its way, it will hook into it. Hand or bush is all the same to Climbing Baby-Eyes, as long as it gets up in the world. It only wishes a support. It is really weak. If you pull your hand away, a long piece of stem comes too.
       The leaves, too, are quite different from those of Baby-Blue-Eyes. They clasp the stem as if they were afraid of being swung so high in the air. They are cut into lobes and each lobe points down to the ground. It does look as if these leaves wished their mother plant would act as the other Baby-Eyes do and cling near Mother Earth.
       The violet corolla is pretty and it brightens the brush-heaps over which the plant throws itself. They say that in the Spanish California days, the young ladies used to wear this Baby-Eyes on their party dresses. Pick some for your big sister the next time she is going to a party. Do you think she will want some a second time? Why?
       Have you read the Californian native people's story of how the Baby-Blue-Eyes came to be? It goes like this:

       Coyote had just made the World.
       Eagle looked over it and saw that it was flat. She said, ''There is no place for me to perch?''
       ''That is easily changed'' said Coyote. He made some little round hills.
        Sniffed Eagle. "Those are only footstools. I want high hills for my perch?"
        "Well, then, Sister Eagle, make better ones to suit yourself," said Coyote.
       "Thank you, I will," answered Eagle.
       She set to work. She dug her claws into the earth and scratched up some mountains. She worked very hard. Some of her feathers fell out as she worked. These feathers stuck in the ground and began to grow.
       The long feathers grew into trees. They became pines and redwoods and other tall trees.
       The pin feathers grew into bushes. They became manzanita and coffee-berry and other bushes.
       The soft down from her breast grew into small plants. It became Baby-Blue-Eyes and Buttercups and Cream Cups and Poppies and all the little flowering plants.

       Is not that a pretty story? Most of the Native's stories of the Nature around us are pretty stories. These people lived out of doors most of the time. They looked carefully at all things around them. They knew about the animals, and they knew about the plants. Some plants they knew were good to eat. Some were good to cure man if he were sick. Some were not good to eat nor good for medicine, but they were beautiful to look at. We need beautiful things as well as useful things. The Native people thought Baby-Blue-Eyes looked like a bit of sky fallen to earth, and they loved it.
       Don't you?