Raise your hand if you memorized Jabberwocky
from Lewis Carroll's Through The Looking Glass
when you were a kidlet. You remember . . .
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe....
Okay, so that's me with my hand up . . . and my daughter Anne
. . . possibly my niece Emily . . . and a couple of others.
Put your hands down, ladies. That's enough confessing for one day.
Jabberwocky is a nonsense poem about
a mythical creature called The Jabberwock.
This is the original John Tenniel illustration of this monster.
|Note the vest and spats. Pretty snazzy.|
A dandy monster, our Jabberwock.
It's startling how, well, startling a monster from
your past can be, especially when it comes to life in your house.
On Sunday, when Howard and I were here:
bidding on and even sometimes winning some very old furniture,
our daughter Anne was taking a pile of stuff,
and transforming it into this:
Hello, Mr. Jabberwock!
Last night, after Howard and I were home from the auction,
and after dark, Anne came down from her second floor studio, and
waved this into the dimly lit room where we were watching television.
At least she hadn't yet put the batteries in its eyes,
so they weren't eyes of flame. They will be.
Anne's Jabberwock will make its theatrical debut this week at
The Darress Theater in historic Boonton, New Jersey.
The play is
Dorothy Meets Alice or The Wizard of Wonderland
and it's appropriate for all ages - and especially for children.
Anne is the costume designer.
And don't forget to click on Between Naps On The Porch
for Metamorphosis Monday. Have a great Labor Day; don't labor! -- Cass
P. S. About that auction? More on that tomorrow. Every auction I learn another hard lesson . . . .