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The House.
Contributed by
bernard2
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Tuesday, 9th August 2005 @ 09:16:12 AM in AEST
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Down the bottom end of my street there is a house it is rather large with a big garden both front and back of the house. A local Gardener I often see him working. Twice a week when the lorry comes to collect the rubbish and waste, the rubbish bins are always placed outside of the front garden gate. I have never seen anyone but the Gardener at the house and as far as I know not has anyone else. The new owners moved in late one night with their entire furniture etcetera moved in by a large removal firm. People in our street are curious. There is no nameplate on the front door or on the garden gate.
My neighbours have often asked me who the new people are, what are their name and all kinds of questions. No one saw them going shopping even in the evenings they did not leave the house. Many of the grown ups in the street talked about them and the children must have got some weird ideas as to who lived in the house. Some of the children one of whom had a head of red curly hair; started daring each other to open the garden gate go up to the house and ring the front door bell. The kids soon were tired of this as no one opened the door or even looked out of a window.
I myself was rather bothered at not knowing who the new people were. Were they decent respectable people after all I had the Fairies in mind and would not want any thing to happen to upset the little folk. I kept my eye on the house for a long time but no one appeared. It was one big mystery. In our street, everyone knew each other. The housewives always had a little chat with one another when time permitted. I decided that I would watch the house by night as by day it seemed as if the people in the house at the bottom of the street slept.
On my next visit to the woods or should I say Fairyland I asked for an audience with Her Majesty Feeana, Queen of all the Fairies. I told Her Majesty about the house and the people living in it. As I had hoped, Her Majesty took the Magic Mirror from her pocket and looked into the same. “I see an elderly woman lying in bed she is not at all well and has not been for along time.” “There is no danger to be feared from the people living in the house.” I thanked her Majesty for her kindness and left to go home.
At home, I wrote a message and pushed it through the letterbox of the house at the bottom of my street. In the message were my telephone number and a request for one or two neighbours to come and visit the sick person. I did not have to wait long late that night I received a telephone call. It was from the sister of the sick woman. She herself would not be at home, as she worked in the local hospital on shift work that is why no one had seen her. The back door was unlocked and I was welcome to visit the sick woman.
The next morning I cut the prettiest of flowers in my garden and making a posy, I with an old friend that lived down the road went to see the sick person. We found her lying propped up on a couch she had a novel in her hand; she had obviously been reading from the same. My friend of long standing a JeanWinter asked her if we could help to pass the time, which must be very long and boring until her Sister came home. I put my flowers in a vase with water and placed them so that she could see them. Her name she then told us was Doreen Ventnor and she was a widow. She and her Sister had bought the house because the road was usually very quiet.
Jean and I soon made friends with Mrs Ventnor and spent the afternoon getting to know each other. After a pleasant afternoon we promised to come another day and get the neighbours to visit her as well. I soon had the neighbours organised, and there was a regular coming and going of people to the Ventnor house. I had not been with the Fairies for over two weeks and one evening as I was sitting in my armchair watching Television a small deputation of Fairies appeared in my lounge. I explained why I had not visited them for such a while and they were very understanding. One of them asked if she could come with me on my next visit to Mrs Ventnor,
The next day accompanied by my Fairy friend, I went to the Ventnor house and with a large bunch of fresh flowers the pair of us made our way up the stairs to the bedroom of Mrs Ventnor. I called out a cheery hello and walked into the room with my Fairy friend on my shoulder. After her first greeting, Mrs Ventnor asked me who the Fairy was on my shoulder. I got a surprise I did not think that any one could see the Fairy I introduced my Fairy Friend as Donnafee. The two of them were chatting away and I felt a bit put out then I noticed the smiles on the face of Mrs Ventnor she had never really smiled before. Soon there were Fairies and Pixies, Leprechauns and Gnomes all visiting the house of Mrs Ventnor.
Nowadays in our street, there are birthday parties for the children the evenings were for the adults who took it in turn to be host to the rest of the street. Mrs Ventnor now has a wheel chair and one can often see one of the neighbours going with her to do some shopping. The Fairies accompany her wherever she goes and as soon as she is up to it, I have promised to take her to the woods so that she may see the Fairy rings and all of their houses. Now the house at the end of my street has a name and the curtains are always wide open letting in the sun. The children do not ring the doorbell and run away any more. No, I am sorry there are no houses to be sold in our street the people are too happy to want to move.
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Re: The House.
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by vibes2go on
Tuesday, 9th August 2005 @ 11:26:48 AM AEST
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| another beauty .. and I'm happy the kids don't ring the door bell and run any more .. sunlight is important .. it needs to be let in everywhere .. it clenses .. I love the sun. |
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Re: The House.
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by MorningDove on
Tuesday, 9th August 2005 @ 01:55:48 PM AEST
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Oh, Berne, this story delights me to no end. All it takes is love and understanding and deep caring for people. Adding fairies and leprechans and gnomes to that is such a special things. We can make peoples lives so happy if we just give a little of ourselves. I am amazed with this and can't wait to read it to Phoenix. Love to you and Martha with a kiss from Phoenix from you both.
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Re: The House.
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by LoveStruck_Hippie on
Tuesday, 9th August 2005 @ 08:52:30 PM AEST
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Bernard,
I find great pleasure in reading your stories. Nazzy introduced me to your writtings long ago and I have been reading since. Keep up the great work.
*hugs*
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