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And now one of this year's highlights has been riding Tracey the Butterfly Horse:
Since I had no photo to refer to my colour scheme it is somewhat different though. The Silver Beach carousel will be featured in even greater depth in next month's issue as December's Carousel of the Month! Here's where else we visited: Crossroads Village in Flint, Michigan, 1912 C.W Parker:
Brookfield Zoo in Chicago, a new Endangered Species carousel by the Carousel Works:
The delightful 1928 Spillman carousel at the Henry Ford Museum in Grand Rapids, Illinois:
And they decided to squeeze in this Herschell Half-and-Half in Eden Springs at the Closing Meeting:
Left Grand Rapids Museum, Right and the rest of this page: Meijer Gardens.
Above: Left: The model of the DaVinci horse for visually impaired tourists was the perfect size to ride! Right: DeBoer Brothers carousel at Windmill Island.
There is plenty left so that I can look forward to making clothes for the inventory of future dolls
I plan to sell at the Symposium, Boyd Gallery and other events. Both the black and pink dresses have borders created from fabric entirely made of rows that can be used for skirts themselves or ruffled borders. Often dolls that I make, in addition to being sold are given as gifts to various toy drives at Christmastime, usually at the hospital and my husband's chiropractor's office and I also give a couple away in a gift basket at the carousel convention. Of course, these are our own dolls and they are looking forward to possibly wearing some of these new outfits on next year's Extra Special Niagara Trip!!! Which brings us to the next article: Janette's Most Recent Solo Journey to Niagara
And summer vacations were usually pretty quiet compared to all the activity families go through nowadays. We didn't have DVD players, MP3's and all that. When we had the Mercedes we didn't even have a car radio. Mom held the portable radio in her lap while we traveled. We made our own fun on road trips. I can't help but feel nostalgic about all those long drives to the trailer and eventually to the cottage which eventually became our home once dad retired and I graduated high school. Life seemed so much quieter and more predictable in those days compared to what childhood must be like for kids nowadays. We didn't have all this fancy entertainment kids are begging for now. None of these resorts like Great Wolf Lodge. I've STILL yet to go to a Disney theme park! And since my dad passed away my mom actually got to hate the holiday season. It was no fun visiting her at Christmastime because she didn't enjoy preparing Christmas dinner anymore. She didn't even want to bake. I offered to help but you know how she is. I regret that we didn't spend our last few Christmases together because we always used to fight about everything! Last time I was there for Christmas, I didn't even have my coat off yet and we were already arguing. Now that both my parents are gone I feel like I wish I could just skip Christmas altogether and pretend it doesn't exist. Last year was such a crummy year I was even tempted to give 2011 the bum's rush by ignoring and sleeping through New Year's Eve. But somehow something won me over to ring in the New Year after all....
Somewhere Else
irrationality within. One section, an 11-foot-high, 14-foot-wide wall, may in fact be a kind of portal to somewhere else. So that is what we now call it: Somewhere Else.
We are creating animals that seem to be traveling to and from Somewhere Else. We do not know more about what is happening and will count on others, perhaps you, to explain it.
Here is what we know: Two long steps have been placed leading into the wall. Sitting on the steps is a large chimpanzee who seems to be pondering life. We call him The Chimpanzee of Our Troubles and invite folks to sit next to him and let him take their cares away.
Soon you will see . . . -a dog, a very special dog named Oberon, who once was the honored guest of the carousel and the subject of his own party, is on the top step. He has passed into Somewhere Else and then paused to look back as if to ask, Coming?
-a large polar bear, reaching high up, gives a bear cub to a grizzly bear who is on the other side and whose big arms and hands are reaching down to accept the happy young traveler. It has been recently discovered that polar bears and grizzlies can cross breed, so this offspring is known as a Prizzly (We may even call him Elvis.) Perhaps he shares time with a parent on each side.
-a small penguin is seen fleetingly as she disappears into the wall on her way somewhere. Above her a mallard flies calmly into the carousel house.
-a giraffe takes advantage of his long neck, keeping his feet firmly planted on the other
side, while he peers into the carousel house and then around to gaze at the folks who look in from outside the building.
We cannot tell you for certain what is happening here; truly we do not know. But we can invite you to join us as a part of this unique project. The large wall is covered with a drape during the year-long project, but we will share images and thoughts on the creation of each animal as they happen on Facebook.
We are inviting folks to become Keyholders of Somewhere Else by contributing to this new addition to the carousel building by donating a tax-deductible gift to the Carousel of Happiness. George Blevins, my friend and the carousel illustrator, and I are donating our time to put this together. 100% of your contributions will go towards making our $30,000 construction debt go away and to helping us keep the cost of a carousel ride to an accessible $1.
Suggested levels of giving for Keyholders: (Donors will also receive all the gifts included in previous levels.)
$25 and above: We will send you the password to our private Somewhere Else
Facebook page. Journey with us as the animals are carved and take their places on the wall. I will be sharing photos and stories as I carve each animal.
$100 and above: The Somewhere Else portal has a void inside, and you will be
invited to share something of importance to you or others: a writing, a picture, a poem to a loved one, whatever you wish, that will be placed into one of these spaces to be kept there forever and thus to become an integral part of the magic. In addition, your name will be included on a permanent plaque next to the steps leading into . . . well again, not sure. We
$1,000 and above: You will receive a plaque with an antique key designating you as a supporter and Keyholder of Somewhere Else.
$5,000 and above: We will open up the carousel for you and a few friends at night
after our regular closing time, when the environment in the building is most surreal. I will personally operate the carousel to the music you bring for about an hour. That will be fun.
When the project is finished, we will have two openings, one for the public and one for the media. But first, we will host a private night for the Keyholders of Somewhere Else when the irrational, the magic of this place, will be celebrated with musicians, poets, fire dancers, and who knows what else. We will make sure it will be an enchanting night and one that you will absolutely never forget.
Want to help make this happen? Send us a check made out to The Carousel of Happiness, with the note For Somewhere Else to: The Carousel of Happiness PO Box 1811 Nederland CO 80466
I will send you a thank you letter and donation acknowledgement for tax purposes. George and I are extremely excited to help make this happen by spending the next year illustrating and carving the figures. Lets do it together.
Magic is afoot,
Somewhere Else
Here is George's drawing of
August 2012
The chimpanzee is being carved in a shed in Nederland, perhaps looking a little doubtful that he will ever get out of there, and if so, that all will turn out well for him. No matter what Scott says . . .
what Somewhere Else might look like. The wall has been extended to allow for you to put in something that is important to you or others. Once it is placed inside, that's it. It will be both somewhere else and always here. George and Scott are confused but carry on as if they know what to do next.
I will DEFINETELY be making a contribution to this cause, however how much depends on how much money I make at my upcoming events this season. The Carousel of Happiness is a very special place and perhaps my most favorite location that I visited during last year's National Carousel Association Convention. These are some of my favorite animals from the Carousel of Happiness:
It is also full of these delightful unexpected details, my favorite being Eleana, the little girl who twirls at the very top!
When they took her picture they knew they wanted an image that was the epitome of that goofy exuberance!
I like to think that these new things coming up this fall and into the winter will open new doors for me and my Carousel Project. Especially the show at the Boyd Gallery in Bobcaygeon over the months of January and December. Besides my completed quilts I hope to have a partially -completed one on a table with several horse pictures for participants to decorate and return to the table. This picture from the Berkshire Carousel reminded me so much of what I want to do!
They had a colouring contest with winners in different age groups. There were pre-schoolers, elementary school students and teenagers. If I were going to have a colouring contest I'd invite adults too. As far as I'm concerned EVERYONE'S a winner! Everyone who participates ends up having their horses embroidered on one of my quilts sooner or later and from then on so far nature has taken its course. So far this has been as real as it's gotten:
Janette's Gas Sign Horse has gone from a sketch...to a quilt square....to THIS....
A papier-mache horse I bought in Toronto over 20 years ago was given a makeover to match Janette's original design, its hollow body filled with assorted time capsule items. Soon to follow suit were my Frog Prince...
Sausage Dog
These will all be for sale at my show and these two also contain Time Capsule documents. The next logical step would be to have them all full-sized and hand-carved out of wood! But in the meantime I'd like to see them add a touch of whimsy to a restaurant or other such place. I can picture Janette's Gas Sign horse at an automotive museum standing near a gas pump and perhaps a Route 66 road sign. Another one of her creations, the Honeymoon Horse, is being fruitful and multiplying in the form of my first annual Collector's Edition soft sculpture. Each horse is numbered and comes with its own Certificate of Authenticity!
So far 19 have been made. I own #1, Edna Scott owns #2 and Janette owns #3. 4, 5 and 6 have been given out as prizes at the convention and the rest are for sale at my upcoming events. When I sell these, Janette gets half the money because she designed them! Both her horses are featured on my First Quilt and both the Frog Prince and Sausage Dog are on my Fourth quilt:
I invite visitors to my exhibit to take their time and notice the details in all these creations. Even if the carousel doesn't actually get built in this lifetime, I would want for my idea to be something that bridges the gap between people on the autism spectrum and neurotypicals to work together harmoniously as a team. One of my biggest burdens, for lack of a better word, is the lack of support systems available for us adults. Sure there are plenty of resources available nowadays to help children so they don't turn out like us, but not everyone had the support that Temple Grandin did, nor were they fortunate enough to be diagnosed early in life. Autism doesn't just disappear as soon as you turn 18. We don't just mysteriously drop dead or vanish off the face of the earth either. In fact many of us need more help than ever! We don't want to be stuck in dead-end jobs where our talents are wasted. And there are many of us who depend on others for transportation because we never learned how to drive! Well, Janette used to drive but she was never comfortable behind the wheel. I never learned because I'm afraid I wouldn't trust myself. There are too many distractions. What we need are volunteers with time on our hands who can help each other out and build a society of compassion and empathy. I am faced with the fear of losing my family. I never had kids of my own and I never will and doing so wouldn't guarantee that they would always be there to help me. I admit I couldn't be there for my mom due to geographical situation. But she had an amazing network of supporters who helped her in her final days. Losing my parents makes me realize how fragile life really is and how I am faced with the idea that nobody lives forever. What if my in-laws become to old and feeble to help me anymore? What if my aunts really do pull up stakes and move to Owen Sound or back to Flesherton? Besides I can really only depend on them for half the year anyway because the rest of the time they go to Florida. And after Aunt Anne's angry outburst on our way to North Bay I continue to be afraid to ask her for any more favors! Other than that I am truly thankful for how helpful they have been to me and I do not take their help for granted! Besides encouraging people to help one another and work as a team, I want my Carousel Project to educate the public about carousels as a form of art and a part of our culture. I'd like to see carousel culture become more popular and more part of the mainstream in everyday conversation. Most people have something to say about celebrities. Most people have something to say
about sports. Just about EVERYONE has something to say about their families. And pretty much everyone has something to say about the weather. Not to mention TV and movies. Ask anybody about art and they can usually name at least two or three artists; Picasso, Rembrandt, VanGogh. But, of course if I mention names like Muller, Dentzel, Illions, etc. most people don't know what I'm talking about. I was even more surprised that the local volunteers at the St. Joseph carousel knew very little about the artists and carvers. At least they know the important stuff; how to make guests feel welcome and how to keep their ride running smoothly and safe, not to mention the rich history of their community and the park that existed in the past. I know all there is to know about the artists and carvers but not what it takes to get my own community to take an idea like this seriously and show them what a wonderful treasure they would have if they had a place like this. To most people it doesn't even matter whether it's Coney Island, Philadelphia or County Fair style. As long as it attracts visitors from near and far and gives the community something to be proud of. As the creator of Planet Nilknarf, these past four years have been a very busy and exciting time for me, sharing so many special and exciting moments. Each convention has had its share of iconic photos that have made my journeys worthwhile no matter how much unpleasant drama I may have also encountered. This year when I had my major meltdown at closing meeting and my humiliating business with wheelchairs at the airport I said to myself NO MORE! I decided I am actually going to PASS on next year's convention. I need a BREAK! I can't do this sort of thing anymore! It's taken at least two weeks to recover from this latest journey. I have felt absolutely exhausted! I am SO NOT doing this next year! Next year's convention is in Kansas. Besides being Wizard of Oz country, the home of the NCA archives and the home of both C.W. Parker's original factories, what is there to attract me to next year's convention? Well..not going would mean not seeing how these horses will be decorated unless someone sends me a picture..
And what would I write about if I didn't go? Well, Janette and I have been talking about going on an extra-special Niagara trip next year. But also if I don't go next year there would be no more Carousel of the Month unless yadyaadayada... Yes, the carousel bug is already starting to gnaw at me again although I have no idea how I'm going to afford it this time. My VISA bill is an appalling disgrace! I pray that these upcoming sales are successful and I MUST get the rest of Joey's mural done! Here's what I have so far!
I'm getting paid good money for this although so many other projects are screaming for my attention, especially the products, such as these puppets, I'm going to be selling at various upcoming events.
Right now the name of the game is to try to get out of debt before I start saving for the Next Big Thing or two. You can read about everything I experienced at the last convention right here: http://www.scribd.com/doc/108777550/2012-NCA-Convention Although all the drama on the last day made me think I NEVER want to do this again, or at least skip next year's convention, it's moments like THIS that make me want to change my mind! I would like to thank the Flint Journal for this picture and article!
Like I was trying to explain earlier, there's always at least one iconic photo that makes each tour worthwhile and that, my friends and readers, was THIS! Yep, that's me, right in the middle, purple hair and all. THIS was my favorite picture from last year's trip even if it had nothing to do with carousels:
And these were classic moments the year before on the Spokane,Washington/Montana tour:
I've GOT to go back someday when the Three Rivers carousel (left) is completed! And even though I'm not on a horse, this picture taken (right) in Helena, Montana, is one of my favorite because of its goofy exuberance. Of all the conventions I've been on so far that was my favorite because of all its delightful community projects. Missoula, Montana is one of the best carousels I have ever seen and I can hardly wait to return to see the Three Rivers carousel and the Spirit of Columbia Gardens carousel when they are finally completed, up and running. The Three Rivers carousel is the Carmel that used to be at Silver Beach and the Spirit of Columbia Gardens carousel in Butte, Montana, is a community effort in progress. I also want to go back to New York. I haven't been to Manhattan since 1993 and by now the Nunley's carousel has been up and running for quite some time. This is the iconic carousel featured in my logo. Three out of five of my special quilts have their iconic squares that make them extra-special!
I remember when I was finishing the first one I asked around for opinions to find out what people wanted on the last square so I incorporated all our ideas: a cross, jigsaw puzzle pieces, the Olympic logo, a Joshua tree, my logo featuring me riding the Nunley's horse and a white crayon to symbolize the need for teamwork. My friend Lisa designed the horse in the middle which is featured on Quilt #4. As it was nearing completion I was cleaning my room when I came across the envelope with her sketch
in the corner. It was just drawn in pen so I enlarged it and chose my own colours. The last square is from my most recent quilt. One of my Facebook friends sent me this carousel picture. Chances are if you search Google images you'll find the same drawing. Actually a few ladies at the convention had T-shirts with this same picture for Carousel Dance Studio. I had a lot of fun choosing and embroidering my own colours and the border around this square has a story of its own, so stay tuned!
Sabrina felt bad. She didn't want to lose me as a student. And I've enjoyed having her as a teacher. Since we had exhausted all possibilities and surrendered to the fact that Math was SO NOT my thing, I took a month's leave of absence, which helped me prepare for my sale in April, and she arranged it for me to come back to her classroom to learn Photo-shop instead of math. And losing weight. Most people think a person is fat because they eat too much. Contrary to popular belief I do NOT sit around constantly stuffing my face. True, I know I'm not as active as I should be and I am going to be honest I FUCKING LOVE FOOD AND REFUSE TO BE MADE TO FEEL ASHAMED OF IT!! I've wasted too many years busting my ass trying to get down to a certain size only to realize I don't care anymore. Health is a luck of the draw. If
people don't like me the way I am then they don't have to be my friends! Part of the problem is that most medications these days also have weight gain as a side-effect. If they can put a man on the moon, why can't they make meds that cause weight LOSS as a side-effect. I guess they don't think it's important enough. When I was in high school I got myself down to 135 pounds for about five minutes. Of course to teenagers, anything about the eleventies still tends to be considered morbidly obese. To be honest the bullying still didn't stop. And I actually got tired of the compliments. Couldn't people talk about ANYTHING ELSE? And why couldn't they have been this nice to me when I was still fat? And because of my reputation for being kind of crazy having ridden the short bus and all (even if it was for only the first two years of school they never let you live that kind of thing down) guys still never asked me out on dates. I'm sure there were several perfectly nice guys who probably would have wanted to do so if not for the stigma of being seen with me. When I was going through my mom's estate I came across a picture of myself back in the 80's. I'll never look like that again. I sighed. You can look ANY WAY YOU WANT. said Jean, It's a matter of making a decision. Yeah riiight. I know from experience. A decision to say goodbye to my favorite foods forever. A decision to spend every waking moment exercising. A decision to not have time anymore for the activities I REALLY enjoy such as my artwork. Forget it. Going off my meds is not an option either. Even though I have my moments of unwanted drama (face it, is there any other kind?) I would rather be fat than crazy and miserable. My days of people trying to change me are OVER!! By refusing to waste time at things that are an exercise in futility, I can allow myself to focus on the things that I really AM good at, the things that really DO make me happy and bring fulfillment to my life. I'm NOT a total couch potato. I do get SOME exercise. Not as much as I SHOULD but SHOULD is a dirty word anyway. Most of the time if I have anywhere to go I prefer to walk whenever possible. Listening to music on my MP3 player. But all in all, I must say, admitting defeat at some things and letting go of them makes room for victory in other things. As long as I can still wear store-bought jeans and don't have to buy TWO seats on an airplane I'm okay.
not get sick as often as I used to but when I do it seems to take FOREVER to get rid of! I feel like I've forgotten what it's like to be well. And it's not like I haven't been taking care of myself. I can remember living in Lindsay and Toronto and getting worse because I had to drag myself to work when I was feeling much sicker than this!! I used to really push myself because I didn't want to miss anything! Or I felt guilty if I didn't get enough accomplished when I was working for Maggie. At least I was okay to do my sale last Wednesday night at Leo J. Austin, however my head felt a little strange toward the end of the evening. I've tried to take it easy as much as possible and not go anywhere unless I absolutely HAVE to. I'm not holding my breath about tomorrow's event in Newmarket. If it's not meant to be I'll understand. One more day to recover is probably more important between now and the Geneva Autism Symposium on Friday. My cough is always worst when I'm trying t sleep at night. Therefore I haven't slept much at night lately. Usually I'm no the computer until around 3 in the morning playing Scrabble until I'm good and exhausted and then I sleep until noon the next day. But last night I wasn't just playing Scrabble. I, and a few others, were doing our best to convince a good friend on Facebook not to end it all. Melissa has been going through a very bad time. She hates her neighbourhood. She's always being bullied. And these are GROWN MEN, local businessmen, who have been giving her a bad time all these years. And to make matters worse her latest caregiver has been a real BITHC. I can't say it any other way. I've felt so badly for Melissa. She needs somebody compassionate to look after her. Not someone who is always yelling at her while texting family members on the ob and blasting music from her iPod. So unprofessional. And last night Janette phoned really upset. I couldn't be there to answer the phone because Dave and I were at his dad and Marnie's for Dave's birthday diner so I got the recorded message! I could hardly understand a word she was saying because she was crying. All I know is her landlord's son had some drama. It sounded like she said he had to go to the hospital but the word got cut off. It was a bit of a shaky connection. Basically she was trying to tell me that she ended up having a major meltdown and couldn't stop screaming. The neighbours were pounding at the door and she'd talk to me tomorrow. Well, guess what, tomorrow's today and I still haven't heard from her. I know she isn't at work today because she was planning on taking Monday off but I tried phoning and there's no answer, just a recording telling me to try again later. I hope she hasn't done anything crazy. Poor Dave had a nasty fall on his way to the drugstore Friday night. He slipped and fell on some uneven pavement at the corner of King and Westmount just in front of the Rapid Reproductions shop. At least he didn't break any ribs but he's had to cancel his chiropractor's appointment and his dressing changes are going back to every other day rather than every third day because he broke some skin on his leg beneath his bandage. Both Dave and my friend Melissa I was just telling you about have lymphaedema in their legs. She has it really bad in both. And speaking of nasty falls, his Aunt Kathy couldn't come to last night's birthday dinner
because yesterday morning she fell outside her apartment on her way out to her car! She was supposed to be using her cane but didn't! At least we did enjoy a lovely supper though. We had crispy, golden roast pork with stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, turnips, green beans and crescent rolls and for dessert we had a delicious fruit flan with kiwi, peaches and strawberries. I filmed video footage of Dave blowing out his candle but I haven't loaderized it yet. They gave him a gift card that can be used at any store in the Oshawa Centre. I haven't bought him a birthday present yet but I'm probably going to order this book he wants on Amazon.com. Which brings me to the next subject. I am very happy for Dave because the other night he got to meet one of is hockey heroes, Derek Sanderson. You know how he collects books written by hockey players. Well, Derek has just released a new book, and Dave also has one that he wrote 40 years ago. Dave actually has over 70 books written by hockey players now. If I didn't have this horrible cold I would have gone with him to take a picture, but I'm still very happy for him. It sounds like he had a great time and Derek Sanderson is a really nice guy. He was at Chapters book store at the Oshawa Center and he autographed both books and a hockey card for Dave. There weren't many people there so Derek had plenty of time to answer questions. And they weren't simple yes or no answers. This guy genuinely enjoys sharing stories about his career! :) I'm really glad Dave got to see him. The other night I had a dream that the you two and I went on a vacation together and we were at some Wild West village type place. I took out my camera to take a picture of these really weird colourful statues but then they started moving. They really weren't statues at all but costume characters, so I pushed my little red button and captured them on video. We then went to this place where we were going to take a boat cruise. It was a three hour tour! (Yes, I did start singing the Gilligan's Island theme!!) Anyway, Dad, you dropped us off so you could park the car but you didn't get back in time. Mom and I got on the boat and had to leave without you. As soon as we were on the boat we went off exploring in opposite directions and I found a theatre where they were going to show a movie. There was also a place that was serving free ice cream so I left my purse at my seat, which is really stupid because A.who just leaves a purse at their seat on a boat among strangers and B. I NEVER carry a purse. You know me, I always have that ratty old backpack! But in this dream I had a white purse just like yours. Anyway, I went back into the movie theatre with my ice cream and the place was PACKED, mostly little old ladies, and my seat was TAKEN. I woke up shouting WHERE'S MY PURSE? Strange, eh? Anyway, I think I'm going to go back to bed for awhile. Bye for now, Love, Margaret
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Next Month: Carousel of the Month: Silver Beach, St. Joseph, Michigan. I would like to thank Diane Radewald for sending me a disc of NEVER BEFORE SEEN pictures from this year's convention! STAY TUNED!!! See You Next Month!
Margaret Franklin