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?? Definitely a mystery. :-0
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 do not know if I can make a story...??? Those dolls are interesting to see!
Happy New Year, Marie.
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!!!
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.
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 Island
Waiting for a ship to come and find him
A one horse place, a friendly face
Some coffee and a tiny trace of fiddling in the distance far behind him
A dime across the counter there, a shy hello, a brand new friend
And a walk along the street in wintry weather
A yellow light, and open door
A welcome friend there's room for more
And then they're standing there inside together
He said, "I've heard that tune before somewhere
But I can't remember when
Was 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 loved
I 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 smile
Leap, the heart inside him went, and off across the floor he sent
His clumsy body graceful as a child
He said, "There's magic in the fiddler's arm,
and there's magic in this town
There's magic in the dancers' feet and the way they put them down
People smiling everywhere, boots and ribbons, locks of hair
And laughter and old blue suits and Easter gowns
The sailor's gone, the room is bare, the old piano's sitting there
Someone's hat's left hanging on the rack
Empty chairs and the wooden floor, that feels the touch of shoes no more
A waiting for the dancers to come back
The fiddle's in the closet of some daughter of the town
The strings are broke, the bow is gone, and the cover's buttoned down
But sometimes on December nights,
when the air is cold and the wind is right
There's a melody that passes through the town
Fishermen and eagles! It's a Down East story for sure.
I'm surprised they stay together!
An intriguing capture - well spotted. I love Joanne's addition to the post as well. Thank you both.
Very interesting!
Very interesting sight to see. I would love to know the story behind it. Well spotted!
Surely you stopped and talked to them and asked the story. I do like the poem. It fits.
Never have I seen a bumper like that before!
Well, somebody takes more care of their car than I do. Nice picture.
Cheers - Stewart M - Melbourne
Well that's not something you see every day Marie. I did enjoy Joanne's idea of what it meant, and the poem 😊
A musical fisherman perchance? A good possibility here!
I’ve never seen anything like it, AC.
They are unusual in that location, Tomoko.
The wreath is interesting too, Debbie.
Those are words put to The St. Anne’s Reel which is an east coast fiddle piece, Joanne. Thanks for finding thiese lyrics!
I will post a version of this piece, Joanne. Thank you. It does represent the pieces on the bumper.
It is i deed, Debra.
It is surprising indeed, William.
It is unusual indeed, EC.
I think so too, Angela.
We can only speculate, Bill.
There wasn’t an opportunity to speak to the elderly gentleman, Barbara.
Me either, Jenn.
Lol. Better than mine too, Stewart.
I think Joanne has it figured out, PDP.
Some people adore their cars!!! Very unusual. I liked reading Joanne's info.
Thanks to both.
: )
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!
How about that.
Thank you, Catarina.
They must have been new, Jenny.
I know!
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