?? Definitely a mystery. :-0
A musical fisherman perchance? A good possibility here!
One that I wouldn't have minded enlarging to see what the heck it was all about. :)But maybe it wasn't about anything.
I’ve never seen anything like it, AC.
I do not know if I can make a story...??? Those dolls are interesting to see!Happy New Year, Marie.
They are unusual in that location, Tomoko.
so odd to me. and they are clean, not covered in bugs. it must have great meaning or importance to the owner. the only thing i have ever seen on a bumper is a christmas wreath, this time of year!!!
The wreath is interesting too, Debbie.
A fisherman on one end and a musician on the other. I think that tells the story of your island. I've heard a folk song about a lost sailor who was welcomed into a warm pub with a party in progress. "Welcome friend," hang up your coat. The party encompassed him. Years later he stopped by. The fiddle was covered, the people gone, the memories lingered. I think I could find the song if I really searched. It was bumper's story.
Those are words put to The St. Anne’s Reel which is an east coast fiddle piece, Joanne. Thanks for finding thiese lyrics!
I did find it. It so impressed me at the time that in spite of my new memory, I could hear it. With permission:He was stranded in a tiny town on Fair Prince Edward's IslandWaiting for a ship to come and find himA one horse place, a friendly faceSome coffee and a tiny trace of fiddling in the distance far behind himA dime across the counter there, a shy hello, a brand new friendAnd a walk along the street in wintry weatherA yellow light, and open doorA welcome friend there's room for moreAnd then they're standing there inside togetherHe said, "I've heard that tune before somewhereBut I can't remember whenWas it on some other friendly shore, or did I hear it on the wind?Was it written on the sky above, think I heard it from someone I lovedI never heard a sound so sweet since then" And now his feet begin to tap, a little boy says, "I'll take your hat"And he's caught up in the magic of her smileLeap, the heart inside him went, and off across the floor he sentHis clumsy body graceful as a childHe said, "There's magic in the fiddler's arm,and there's magic in this townThere's magic in the dancers' feet and the way they put them downPeople smiling everywhere, boots and ribbons, locks of hairAnd laughter and old blue suits and Easter gowns The sailor's gone, the room is bare, the old piano's sitting thereSomeone's hat's left hanging on the rackEmpty chairs and the wooden floor, that feels the touch of shoes no moreA waiting for the dancers to come backThe fiddle's in the closet of some daughter of the townThe strings are broke, the bow is gone, and the cover's buttoned downBut sometimes on December nights,when the air is cold and the wind is rightThere's a melody that passes through the town
I will post a version of this piece, Joanne. Thank you. It does represent the pieces on the bumper.
Fishermen and eagles! It's a Down East story for sure.
It is i deed, Debra.
I'm surprised they stay together!
It is surprising indeed, William.
An intriguing capture - well spotted. I love Joanne's addition to the post as well. Thank you both.
It is unusual indeed, EC.
I think so too, Angela.
Very interesting sight to see. I would love to know the story behind it. Well spotted!
We can only speculate, Bill.
Surely you stopped and talked to them and asked the story. I do like the poem. It fits.
There wasn’t an opportunity to speak to the elderly gentleman, Barbara.
Never have I seen a bumper like that before!
Me either, Jenn.
Well, somebody takes more care of their car than I do. Nice picture.Cheers - Stewart M - Melbourne
Lol. Better than mine too, Stewart.
Well that's not something you see every day Marie. I did enjoy Joanne's idea of what it meant, and the poem 😊
I think Joanne has it figured out, PDP.
Some people adore their cars!!! Very unusual. I liked reading Joanne's info.Thanks to both.: )
Thank you, Catarina.
No bugs and no salt - highly unusual :) I like the words Joanne posted and your information that they belong with The St. Anne's Reel!
They must have been new, Jenny.
How about that.