Sunday, September 19, 2010

Helber-Frasure Road




I love rambling down scenic country roads. Today we traveled towards the little village of Enterprise. We turned off of 664 onto Helber Frasure Road. What kind of word is that I asked my Husband, German or Dutch? Helber Frasure is a beautiful road, hilly and charming, no subdivisions!




Jim got to the bottom of my question when he noticed the inscription on the gravestone in the hillside cemetery at the church that we stopped at in the wildwood, Gotliev Helber. His stone informed us that he was born in Germany.



Graveyards are full of stories. Gotliev had a wife buried to his right and a wife buried to his left.




I love reading the names on the stones. I was so surprised to find the word Fairy as a name on a gravestone. Fairy M. Brown, born 1917. There is no later date so she must still be among us. I wonder if her full name is Fairy May Brown? I just couldn’t believe people used to name their kids fairy, how beautiful!






We are too uptight to do that now-a-days. I would like to meet this Fairy lady. Maybe I should go to church there one Sunday morning, maybe she will be there. It is a beautiful church, Faith Chapel Church, set across from the drive-way on the other side of a creek so that you have to cross over water to get to it. Just think how the creek would be gurgling in the spring. On this dry September day, it was quite dry.





The water in the creek could represent the spirit gurgling or dry in our hearts.
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There were butterflies busy on the wildflowers in the pasture beside the church yard
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Jim took this beautiful picture of a Question Mark Butterfly in the dry creek bed.
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I am always glad in my romp-abouts when there is an angel to lead the way to an old, but still usable outhouse. Outhouses don't require keys to open their doors as do sanctuaries of a more indoor kind. I am thankful for their open doors when I discover I drank too much coffee before my country ramble and seek relief.
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This outhouse was a delight, a double seater, one short for little ones and a tall one for adults. The shelter was very nicely decorated and felt very homey with a rug on the floor, pictures on the walls and toilet paper in a tin between the seats labeled, "paper".
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It was very, very quiet at this old country place.

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