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Magic Violin pt 2

Wednesday 2nd March 2016.

Are you all ready for the second part of the Magic Violin? The porch is now empty, the guitar is safely inside and the outside light is now off plunging the porch into moonlight. The chill of the night closing in and if the weather forecaster is right then I shall wake to frosty morning.  ENJOY!

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Pt 2.

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In the shop, an antique plus bric-a-brac shop, Angela and Isobel sat in the back room chatting.

“But sis’ I really thought it was in the cafe, I had been nowhere other than there. You see Issy, I left home with it, as you know we planned to lock it in the shop safe. I did my usual, stopped off at the cafe ordered a coffee and drank it and left. All this took no longer than fifteen minutes.”

“Don’t worry Angie we’ll find it, Graham knows stuff and how to seek it out.”

“But Issy, the violin just seem to vanish on its own, there was only one other in the cafe and she was still there when I went back. Jean behind the counter said she saw nothing and I believe her, she has been a friend for a long while. The violin is valuable to only us.” Angie said again crying as Isobel gave her a hug.

“We shall find it, what ever it takes we shall find it.” Said Isobel comforting her sister.

Graham read both the instructions and the verse and neither made sense to him. He unrolled the certificate and by looking carefully he could just make out the two line verse the instruction page mentioned. The two lines read ‘Looking high all you will see is the sky. Look low and you should see and press the bow.’  Again this made no sense to him. He read the verse in the diary once again…

‘The resting place where silence is forever more.

Quietly you may see the words telling you.

Take the stone,  touch the map to open the door.

Inside is the prize that you always knew.’

He read the lines once then twice and once again, he was baffled not much made any sense to him. “I think I will put it to Angie and Issy.” he said quietly to himself, as he put the certificate back into the tube.

In the shop Angie had just finished serving a customer, when Graham entered the shop and passed  the customer as she exited.

“Hey girls I got something you need to know, I have to tell you both something. A little something mum had told me.” Graham spoke loudly as he walked across the floor towards the shop counter.

“I’ll close the shop and we can chat in the kitchen, it is nearly time anyway.” Said Angela.

In the kitchen Graham explained his findings and why mother asked him to keep in to himself. “So you see, Angie, you left the violin alone and because of the place being unknown it sensed danger, not sure what danger, maybe just the fact of being picked up by a stranger. Because of this the violins magical qualities came into action, to save itself, it vanished, to a place we have to discover with these verses.”

“If mother knew of this then why does she not know where the violin will appear?” asked Isobel.

“I am not sure Issy, but I think it was because she never lost it. That is probably why she told me about the certificate and the diary, it is these that will lead us to it.”

Both the girls just looked at each other not sure what to think. Graham pulled out a map from his coat pocket and a chain with a glass pendant attached.  “We need to scry for it and hope we find an area in which to look.” Graham  unfolded and laid the map on the table. He then dangled his pendulum over the map and moved it slowly around. “Mum did say that if this happens to the violin it is never too far away from its home base. Its home base is Angela’s house, so I will concentrate on this area.”  Ten minutes of turning the pendant and chanting spells with no result until the pendant hovered over the nearby churchyard.  The pendant suddenly thumped onto the map, and fixed onto a place. The girls looked and saw its position, “Its the graveyard, the same one our parents are in.” said Angela.

“You don’t think it is our parents grave do you? asked Issy.

“It looks very much like it. I suggest we hurry and start a search before  dark, come on.” said Graham folding up the map and then tucking it back into his pocket.

Gerry Ainger/Cobb © June 2014.

 

The Certificate – ‘Looking high all you will see is the sky. Look low and you should see and press the bow.’

‘The resting place where silence is forever more.

Quietly you may see the words telling you.

Take the stone,  touch the map to open the door.

Inside is the prize that you always knew.’

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GAA/C 2016

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Magic Violin pt 1

Monday 22nd February 2016

Today my porch is dry, the weather is bright with a slight breeze sweeping from my left. My tea-cup is empty and will refill when I have told you todays story. Please enjoy this repeat to which I never posted the 3rd and final part. So part 1 of 3 is below just to refresh everyone’s mind.  ENJOY!

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Isobel came running in, slamming the front door and then falling over the carpet and shouting ‘ouch’ as she hit the floor. On her knees and leaning forward on her hands, she looked up at Graham, who had rushed to her aid, “Angela has lost the violin, the one mother gave us.”

“Tell me you are joking, I mean she has just mislaid it in the shop!” Graham said frustrated while Isobel took his hand and he pulled her up to her feet. Isobel sat on the arm of the chair, and started to rub her knees, “No it is not in the shop, at least she says it’s not. She told me she thinks she left it in the cafe this morning, and when she realised it was missing she rushed back to the cafe and it was gone. And no one had seen it.” Isobel started to shed some tears. “That was our mums, it is the only thing we have of her.”

“Where is Angela now?” Graham asked.

“In the shop, and she is very upset as well. To be honest I don’t think she should be there on her own, so I will go and sit with her after I have freshened up.” Isobel stood and went upstairs.

Graham started to pace the room, in full thought, he knew something about this violin that none other knew. Their mother had told him and pledged him to secrecy. With this knowledge he knew of a possible way to locate it, but he needed to find a certificate and a diary for the year of 1926. This was his secret his burden, he had to put trust in his mother’s wish as to why she told only him. So until he sees otherwise he will continue to keep it secret.

“Okay Gray I am going to the shop and help Angie, maybe find some thing new.” he stopped pacing and faced Isobel.

“I got a few things to do and after I’m done I will meet you both at the shop.” Isobel waved as she exited the house.

After making sure Isobel had gone he clicked open the attic hatch and pulled the ladder down. He climbed the ladder and found a light switch and started to search the attic, looking through boxes and bags, he found nothing. Pulling out a couple of boxes that were stacked on top of each other he noticed hidden behind them a small wooden chest. Scrambling around the boxes and other bags he pulled the chest forward and tried opening it. It was locked or was it jammed or rusted shut. He had a good feeling about this chest, he knew it contained the articles he was searching for. No matter what he tried it would not open, it stayed firmly shut. Graham remembered this was a false lock, smiling to himself he turned the chest round so the back was facing him. Sliding his finger along the edge he found and pressed three hidden catches. As each catch was pressed Graham heard a muted click, it was when he pressed the third catch the lid popped open.  Pushing the lid fully open he then rummaged through the contents, in a matter of moments he found what he looking for. A sealed leather tube with an inscription of, ‘Only the blessed, only the anointed will have the power’

He opened the container and pulled out a rolled up parchment, a certificate, it was his mothers violin concert certificate. He briefly checked it and put the certificate back into its container.  He said to himself ‘now diary where are you?’

He closed up the attic and headed for his bedroom, and to a wardrobe. On the bottom shelf he found a shoe box which he took out and tipped the contents onto the bed. He saw it immediately, a bright red book with large gold numbers 1926 embossed on the front cover. The book was 80 years old but it looked brand new, as if just bought from the shop.

Graham then flipped through the pages and he found all pages were blank except for two pages. One had a verse and another which had some form of instruction, to do what!  Both pages had old English style script, looking like the words had been burned onto the pages. Deciphering the text was his task and hoping it would lead him to the violin, he knew he was the only that could do this.

 

Gaa/C ©  June 2014

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The Ferret.

Monday 8th February 2016.

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Another windy day on the porch. Just thankful the storm has past because last night we experienced high winds, thunder and lightning. But today the sun is poking his head out once in a while. What rain falls is being blown over very quickly. As I watch the water streaming down the road I remember a story. Below is my recollection please enjoy… ‘The Ferret’

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The Ferret.©

For attention: Head of Animal Police,

The other day, two days previous to this letter, I came upon a situation I think you should be made aware of.

Down by the stream I was witness to a ferret a rabbit and an otter, all three sitting on the river bank, what looked at first as if they were sunbathing, enjoy and relaxing in the sun. I would go as far as to say they were even talking to each other, but my point is they were minding their business, harming no one or any other animal. Everything was quiet until the three vipers slithered into their space. The rabbit was scared but was being protected by the ferret and otter. The ferret seemed to be the leader of the three animals as it was him that faced the vipers. The vipers then circled the animals and the ferret was getting very angry, baring his teeth and snarling at the snakes. The snakes were hissing loudly and showing fangs. For five to ten minutes nothing more than angry faces and noises were the threats, until one of the snakes slithered close to the rabbit and struck at him. The ferret saw this and was faster than the snake and managed to stop the snake in mid strike, by catching the snake by his neck and promptly snapping with one quick twist. The snake fell dead.

Because of this action the other snakes tried to retaliate, even though they started the trouble. Another three snakes nearby moved in and stood ready to take action and get their revenge. The ferret and the otter were fast, too fast for the snakes, but they were hindered by trying to protect the rabbit. Several more vipers slithered in to join the melee. With the extra snakes the poor otter and ferret stood no chance, their resolve was slowly being overwhelmed.

It looked like the end for the ferret, the otter and the poor helpless rabbit as the snakes surrounded them, slowly slithering in on them. Suddenly there was some high-pitched yelps and the appearance of a family of four foxes came running in to the aid of the animals. The snakes gave a retreating hiss as they saw the new danger they quickly slithered away into the long grass and disappeared.

Anyway my dear sirs, my point here is we cannot have the vipers intimidating and harming the animals. The other and main point is ‘where are the badgers, the police, we need more police on the beat. These nasty and violent vipers once again got away with their actions.

I would like to read your reasons and how you are to deal with this incident and similar reported ones.

From your law-abiding domestic husky dog while out for a walk.

Gaa/C© Thursday 19th June 2014.

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Sneak the Spider

Friday 29th January 2016.

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Sneak the Spider. [my title]

“C’mon Holly we should turn back.”

“Not yet, we are nearly there. I’m sure it is not far.” Holly kept moving forward.

“You know we should not be here….. I don’t want get lost.” Robin said as he made a grab for Holly’s hand. She pulled away from him, and  hurried around the bend. Robin stopped, he was scared, he had never come this deep into the wood. He was trembling, it was now he thought about going back. His mother would punish him if she finds out he has come into the wood. Both he and Holly have been told many times never to enter the wood and go past the large oak.

“I told you it was here, Robin! where are you?” Holly shouted looking about and not seeing Robin.

Robin heard her voice and ran towards her, around the bend he saw her in the middle of the track looking into the wood. He reached her and looked the way she was staring and became as entranced as Holly.

“Wow! that is big.” he whispered to Holly.

“But isn’t it beautiful? All those colours.”

They both took a step forward towards the edge of the wood.

When from above the largest spider ever floated down from the branches of the tree. It halted eye level in front of the children, its mouth moving but nothing could be heard. The spider was as big as Holly and Robin, all black and hairy with legs everywhere.

“Hello little people, do you like playing games? I have many games we can play.” the spider said in a voice that sounded like air leaking from a balloon. Holly and Robin squeezed each others hand, “I haven’t had company for sooooo… long.” the spider wheezed.

“I don’t trust you spider, you trying to trick us because we are children.” said Holly nervously.

“I don’t trick children, I am lonely, and have many games.”

“Okay then tell us your name, I suppose you do have a name?” Robin blurted out unexpectedly. The spider hurried up into the tree on his rope size web. Both children looked at each other, slightly puzzled, then moved another step closer the giant spider web that was weaved between to large pine trees with the straightest trunks they had seen. The colours of the web glistened in the sun, the rays shooting through the trees creating a magical look. Holly reached out to touch the web, “no, Holly don’t touch it you will stick to it. It has a glue on it to capture flies.” Robin said holding Holly from touching it. “My mum said that is how they catch their food.”

The spider glided into view from behind the right tree on which its web was built. Standing in front of the children he looked at them both in turn, “my name is Sneak, I am often called this. What is yours?”

“I am Holly.”

“I am Robin, I am Holly’s best friend.”

“I do not have any friends, would you like to be my friend. Come into my parlour and play a game with me?” Sneak’s breath blowing Holly’s long hair to one side. Holly could smell bad breath, breath smelling like a waste bin.

The web started to spin from the centre, spiralling outwards, slowly getting larger. The edges were glowing blue and green with the centre a deep glossy black. Just for a moment Holly and Robin were hypnotised to the vision, the spinning colours capturing them and holding them.

It was the pinching of Holly’s hand made by Robin that pulled them back to the moment.

“You are trying to trick us spider.” shouted Holly.

“No, no little ones, just want to play games.”

“That is what you are doing playing games with us.”

“You are a sneaky old spider.” Robin said giving the spider as much an evil look as an eleven year old can give.

“I cannot see through your web, you have no parlour do you?” Holly asked.

“It is to stop you sticking to my web, and once you step through you will be able to see my parlour. A nice little room with a log fire and home made carpets over the dry earth. There is a nice wooden table with chairs.”

“Okay, Sneak, say we believe you, then you go through first.” suggested Holly.

Before the spider could reply Robin shouted to him, “why can’t we just go round the back, behind the trees.”

“It is magic, this world you are in is magic. You passed the giant oak tree didn’t you. Have you not been told not to go past the giant oak tree. Well now you know why.”

“I think we shall just turn and go back home.” Holly said annoyed with the spider.

“Aah! but you can’t. You are now here for me to play with. If you go through my web you will be safe and we can play games.” the spiders breath was beginning to hiss loudly.

Robin tapped Holly on the shoulder and started to whisper into her ear.

“Must not be rude little people, no whispering.” The children ignored him, Holly smiled and nodded and whispered something in reply, they both finished with a nod.

Robin moved slowly away eyes peering to the ground looking for something.

“Okay Sneak, we have talked and will play games with you, but you have to go through your web first to show us the way. We are scared little children who are lost, and believe you to be our friend as we do you.” Holly said quietly. Robin returned from his search and again whispered into Holly’s ear.

“If you little people are ready then follow me, but be careful not touch the edges.” Sneak moved slowly to his web, the spinning colours getting brighter, and the hole had become large enough for the children to climb through. They moved towards the web and waited for the spider to proceed through the hole. Both children noticed that Sneak was also being very careful not to touch the edge. Slowly he moved, lifting each leg carefully making sure he was safe before moving on. He kept moving delicately and when almost half way through Holly looked at Robin. “Now, throw them.” Holly said to Robin

Robin then threw several sticks and a couple of large stones at the web. He gave some to Holly who also threw them at the web. With each stone or stick hitting the web, the vibrations made the web react. The spinning stopped, the colours turned dark, and the hole started to close. Closing quickly and trapping the spider.

“It worked.” shouted Robin.

The children heard a loud hissing of anger as the spider realised he had been tricked. The trickster had been tricked.

“Run, Robin quick lets get away.” shouted Holly as she grabbed his hand and ran off back along the path whence they had come.

 

“Holly, Holly wake up, you’ll be late for school.”

“Oh mum he was horrible and nasty, all I wanted was to be his friend.”

“You passed the giant oak didn’t you?” Holly nodded, “well I will tell you a story when I was your age one day, now come on get up breakfast is on the table.

Gerry A/C January 28th 2016©

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Treasured, etc, etc.

Monday 25th January 2016

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At long last my porch has been repaired, new boards layed and varnished and the bannister rails with a new coat of paint. So for the first time for a long time I am sitting on the porch on this rather damp and miserable day. The mist has moved away and the fine misty rain sweeping slowly across the moorland. However, tea in hand, guitar leaning against my chair, I recall a story from my young days when I had not been playing the guitar for long………..

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I was alone, sitting on my bed, strumming away on my guitar. If I remember right I hadn’t been playing long so therefore I would have been trying out some new exercises. These excercises would be scales, trying to loosen my fingers, followed by chord progressions, and finishing with a couple of newly learnt songs.

Mother appeared at the door and stood listening for a few minutes, then she came in, “Here, I think it is the right time.” she then handed me a violin case.

“This violin has been with me since I was thirteen, and I played it many time in concerts with a small orchestra. I also played it at Southampton Guildhall in 1937 and 38 when I was about your age. I did a solo piece and a duet with a young man I used to know well at the time. His name is Norman Spracklin, unfortunately I believe he was killed in the war. And as you are following my interest in music by playing a guitar I want you to have my instrument and hope you will look after it but please do what you feel. I don’t think it is worth much in monetary terms, maybe you might learn to play it a little bit.” She took the violin out of it’s slightly tatty and worn case and handed it to me, and after looking it over and feeling it I gave it back to her, “Can you tune it for me?” I asked.

I then witnessed the most amazing thing ever, even to this day nothing betters, my mother proceeded to tune the violin, with no tuning devices, and then played God save the Queen, our National anthem. I was so knocked back and impressed I started to embarrass my mother.

“Not bad…. it was over thirty years ago since I played anything on this violin, I am surprised the strings held out.” she left and returned about ten minutes later and handed me some documents. There were two music certificates and a three woodworking certificates.

“The music ones was for when I played in a competition and won the soloist section and came second in the duet category. I played with my friend Norman, that I have mentioned. He was an excellent violinist, I am sure if he survived the war he would have been famous in an orchestra travelling the world.” she then picked up the woodwork certificates. ” These I was awarded for my skills during the war where I was building gun boats at Bucklers Hard for the war effort. I learnt how to build the frames and interior and it was for these skills that the certificates were given to me. I had some lovely memories from that time, it was there I first met your dad.” She started to look a little emotional, sad maybe.

She started to leave when she turned and said, “I have never told anyone before but Norman very nearly became my husband, if he returned from his war effort,” she paused, “Well never mind he never came back. Anyway, I have had some good moments with the instrument. It is yours to do as you wish, just promise me you will look after it and give it a new home.” she then left and I was sitting on my bed alone with all sorts of thoughts going on in my head.One was that I was glad Norman never returned, purely selfish reasons. I would not exist was one.

I still have her violin and certificates after 45 plus years, the instrument is nearly a 100 years old, and I still cannot play it.

Gerry A/C© Re-posted from 2014

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Think before you???????? [poem]

Friday 15th January 2016.

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Think Before You Leap.

I sometimes wonder by returning home,

Is it the right thing to do.

Yes I do still call it home

It is not the same which is quite true.

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The village life is still within

But the people are no longer, gone.

Gone maybe, closely related more akin,

We are still singing the same ole’ song.

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Thinking of now, living the moment,

Today not tomorrow or yesterday.

Everything one does is heaven sent.

Slogging through life, no way!

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Ambling through the water-splash,

Strolling over the rickety old bridge.

Walking the grassy country footpath

Standing, staring out from the rivers edge.

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The sun shines brightly on my apple tree,

The fruit is young with colourful blossom.

This tree was the place I wanted to be,

My tree was never far from my home.

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No longer there, finally lived its life,

Its memory now takes its place.

As long as it remain bright and rife,

Need not travel back just to keep face.

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When our present becomes our past,

And our now is what we want it be.

We are not in a play, not part of the cast.

We are the one who writes our story.

Gerry A.

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New Batteries, Lights Bright. Brief Message

Friday 8th January 2016

SITTING on the PORCH 2

stories are here again.

I have been away for a long time but now I have new batteries and my lights are bright. There will be poetry mixed with short and long stories that are brewing nicely in my head, eagerly awaiting to be read by you.  Some good and some, at the moment not so good. Also some are already written, maybe in need of a little editing. Some you may have read before, if so please be patient and enjoy again. 

I haven’t posted on this site for a long time, some may not have missed it, some may have, but for me it has been pure laziness. I have not posted regularly on Restawyle either and as for this site and my music site ‘Brocks Music Shed’ well I ashamed to say they have been ignored. I especially enjoyed posting music of many styles, many tastes and including your choices. So yes guilty of laziness. No excuses but I have been otherwise busy at times. But this site I miss and I want to get back into the Sitting on the Porch stories. Posting a varied range of stories, different story lines, mostly fantasy adventures with a twist. If you don’t mind I will start again by posting stories from my old blog called Sitting on the Porch from which this one has been renamed with the added digit 2. This name change etc.has been explained in an earlier post please read if confused, I am confusing myself. I have been writing a crime story and this might just be the place to post a few paragraphs for your views.

Sitting on the Porch symbol I have just printed off several copies of my fanatsy story ‘The Parchment’ a story of a magical journey with magical creatures. I am handing them out for people to read and hopeully give me some positive feedback. It matters not whether it is good or bad as long as it is constructive. Fingers crossed.

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