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Pure Innocence
Just as I was going to knock on the back door for the milk, I heard a voice on the front porch. It was the voice of a person who has an understanding soul . I hurried around to the front porch. There was Sadie McKibben with a basket on her arm. She beamed a smile at me. I went over and nestled up against her blue gingham apron with cross stitches on it. The freckles on Sadie McKibben's wrinkled face are as many as are the stars in the Milky Way, and she is awful old -- going on forty. Her hands are all brown and cracked like the dried-up mud-puddles by the roadside in July, and she has an understanding soul. She always has bandages ready in her pantry when some of my pets get hurt. There are cookies in her cookie-jar when I don't get home for meals, and she allows me to stake out earthworm claims in her back yard.
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Afterwards I made little vases out of clay. I put them in the oven to bake. The mamma found my vases of clay. She threw them out the window. When I went to pick them up, they were broken. I felt sad inside. I went to talk things over with my chum , Michael Angelo Sanzio Raphael . He is that most tall fir tree that grows just back of the barn. I scooted up the barn door. From there I climbed onto the lower part of the barn roof. I walked up a ways. Up there I took a long look at the world about. One gets such a good wide view of the world from a barn roof.
- from the Journals of Opal Whiteley
Insipred by reading the diary of Opal Whiteley, a young girl who lived in the early 20th century. As a six- and seven-year-old, she wrote about the world around her by transforming it into a highly-detailed fairyland, where her numerous animal friends had names and stories and the trees and life around her took on a mystical quality. Her world was incredibly rich and imaginative, especially for someone so young; later on, she was thought to have had schizophrenia.
Opal Whiteley - schizophrenic? Maybe. Brilliant? Yes.
Read more about Opal here, her story is fascinating www.efn.org/~opal/
Credits:
girl
foreground
forest
tree root
fox
owl
birds
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Comments/feedback ALWAYS appreciated
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Just as I was going to knock on the back door for the milk, I heard a voice on the front porch. It was the voice of a person who has an understanding soul . I hurried around to the front porch. There was Sadie McKibben with a basket on her arm. She beamed a smile at me. I went over and nestled up against her blue gingham apron with cross stitches on it. The freckles on Sadie McKibben's wrinkled face are as many as are the stars in the Milky Way, and she is awful old -- going on forty. Her hands are all brown and cracked like the dried-up mud-puddles by the roadside in July, and she has an understanding soul. She always has bandages ready in her pantry when some of my pets get hurt. There are cookies in her cookie-jar when I don't get home for meals, and she allows me to stake out earthworm claims in her back yard.
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Afterwards I made little vases out of clay. I put them in the oven to bake. The mamma found my vases of clay. She threw them out the window. When I went to pick them up, they were broken. I felt sad inside. I went to talk things over with my chum , Michael Angelo Sanzio Raphael . He is that most tall fir tree that grows just back of the barn. I scooted up the barn door. From there I climbed onto the lower part of the barn roof. I walked up a ways. Up there I took a long look at the world about. One gets such a good wide view of the world from a barn roof.
- from the Journals of Opal Whiteley
Insipred by reading the diary of Opal Whiteley, a young girl who lived in the early 20th century. As a six- and seven-year-old, she wrote about the world around her by transforming it into a highly-detailed fairyland, where her numerous animal friends had names and stories and the trees and life around her took on a mystical quality. Her world was incredibly rich and imaginative, especially for someone so young; later on, she was thought to have had schizophrenia.
Opal Whiteley - schizophrenic? Maybe. Brilliant? Yes.
Read more about Opal here, her story is fascinating www.efn.org/~opal/
Credits:
girl
foreground
forest
tree root
fox
owl
birds
& Comments/feedback ALWAYS appreciated
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I've actually heard some say that she was autistic.