{"id":637,"date":"2008-04-26T00:54:00","date_gmt":"2008-04-26T00:54:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beltdrivebetty.com\/wyzwmnsworld\/?p=637"},"modified":"2010-09-29T18:27:17","modified_gmt":"2010-09-30T01:27:17","slug":"chapter-62","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/?p=637","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 62"},"content":{"rendered":"

the sound: <\/span><\/strong>Loreena McKennitt \u2013 She Moved Through the Faire<\/span><\/strong><\/a>, <\/span><\/strong>Loreena McKennitt \u2013 The Bony Swans<\/span><\/strong><\/a>, <\/span><\/strong>Loreena McKennitt \u2013 The Mystic\u2019s Dream<\/span><\/strong><\/a>, <\/span><\/strong>Loreena McKennitt \u2013 The Lady of Shalot<\/span><\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

Walking through the front door of the house was like walking through some kind of time warp.<\/p>\n

There was a large oak settee just inside the door to the left and across the foyer was the huge oak staircase heading to the second floor\u2026big and open staircase\u2026wide enough for 2 people to walk up side by side. The floor was carpeted\u2026but in some kind of broadloom I\u2019d never seen before\u2026the real expensive stuff that has the pattern carved in it as opposed to painted or dyed on it.<\/p>\n

In the silence I heard a loud clock ticking and I peeked behind the door to see an enormous grandfather clock with a huge pendulum easily visible through the glass door.<\/p>\n

Past the stairs straight ahead of me was a long extra wide hallway. I saw glimpses of very old family pictures on the left side of the wall and a cherry wood Victorian pea shaped desk on the right.<\/p>\n

Past the desk there was a door to a kitchen and I could see the hustle and bustle of a large \u201ckept\u201d kitchen, the maple cupboards, the cook top and part of the sink visible from where I stood. To the left of the door was a hallway disappearing further into the depths of the home.<\/p>\n

On each side of the foyer there were double French doors with white lace sheer curtains on them so you could see light and form through them, but not distinction. One door open and one door closed on each set on each side.<\/p>\n

Through the set on the right I could glimpse into a formal Victorian parlor, complete with fireplace and a mantle with a pair of expensive Venetian glass lusters. (My granny hadn\u2019t raised a complete idiot!).<\/p>\n

The furniture in this room was cherry wood and grey and burgundy. I could see a Duncan Fife drop leaf table and thought \u201cthis is way way too much like Granny\u2019s house!\u201d<\/p>\n

Through the left set of doors was a den, with a huge fireplace, a couple of wing back chairs with matching ottomans, a couch, some brocade foot stools, a wooden rocking chair with brocade cushions, some bookshelves filled with old books, a huge floor model TV and some very expensive looking figurines.
An elderly woman was standing in front of the fireplace\u2026hands up over the mantle fussing with the mantle clock, trying to wind it.<\/p>\n

\u201cI never could quite get this thing to work right\u201d she said as she closed the face and turned to us.<\/p>\n

I was greeted by a woman that was substantially taller than I; she was regal in carriage and motion. She wore her hair braided and up softly in a crown around the top of her head. She was dressed as one would expect a matron of stature. In a long sleeved, cream colored silk blouse replete with the loose tie at her neck, a long tweed skirt, hose and serviceable yet heeled ladies shoes.<\/p>\n

But the thing that mostly caught my eye and my ear was her jewelry. She wore a large silver clan pin on her blouse holding the loosely tied blouse down; she wore a very old but obviously expensive gold watch on her left wrist and a set of wedding rings that looked suspiciously to me like a series of glass doorknobs.<\/p>\n

On her right wrist was the piece of jewelry that all of the sound emanated from. A very full, very golden, charm bracelet that I\u2019d later come to find out held a token for every single member of her family, hearts for girls and circles for boys \u2013 engraved with their first and second names, their date of birth \u2013 and a tooth print once each child got old enough to bite!<\/p>\n

She turned towards us all and stared at each of her children for a moment looking them each up and down individually. When she finally discovered me standing behind all of her overly tall children she spoke again.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat have we here?\u201d she said, beckoning me forward. Her adult children parted like the Red Sea leaving me standing alone for her scrutiny. <\/span>

All I could think of was the fact that I hadn\u2019t washed my face or brushed my teeth or hair in the better part of 24 hours!<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

the sound: Loreena McKennitt \u2013 She Moved Through the Faire, Loreena McKennitt \u2013 The Bony Swans, Loreena McKennitt \u2013 The Mystic\u2019s Dream, Loreena McKennitt \u2013 The Lady of Shalot Walking through the front door of the house was like walking … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-637","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/637","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=637"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/637\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4630,"href":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/637\/revisions\/4630"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=637"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=637"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=637"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}