The days set slow in Early Town where shadows arrange in mysterious shapes under hazy trees of late summer.
I walk along a dry path; a dusting of cinnamon shimmer rises and settles in a traveling breeze across the field of milkweed and yarrow.
The path I travel finds its place along Gum Creek Cemetery and the house of the old carnival lady.
Time seems limpid and very still at the old wooden house. Her treasures are all within…the carnival stories told over again on porch swings during hot summer nights, only when children are dreaming. The tarnished charms, intimate letters wrapped in faded ribbon and dried lavender, dead flowers from a long ago lover, carnival posters, moth eaten lace dress slips and secrets….
These things live high in her house among the attic walls.
On moon bright midnights, broken shards of attic window glass shine on wood board floor, like geometric shaped jewels from a strange faraway place.
When the storms come dressed with the “whistling winds “as the old lady calls them, they will rattle the carnival parchment posters from yesteryear.
This sound reminds me of the frantic dying moth stuck inside a small wooden box.
I smile and ask her for a story that was new once, long moments ago.
She speaks to me “The secrets are not for sharing, they are for finding.”
We share…only yarrow tea and moments of silence….
One autumn afternoon, when the yarrow is long and milky white in the field, illumined by a hot sun, I will return to the path past Gum Creek Cemetery, all shadows and silent wildflowers…and settle upon the vine covered porch of the old carnival woman’s house.
An old envelope, showing signs of dust and time I find as I enter through the door, upon the first step of the stairs. Small and neat are the words “For You My Child, Seeker of Secrets” and inside was a clean paper and pen with a small note attached at the top…
“We are receivers of this presence, we are like secrets finding, unfolding unto the light.
The manifested thought is our creation alone. Guide it; nurture it from a place of true wonderment…”
Autumn,… well it has always been the season dearest to my heart when it came to creating, writing, painting or doing just about anything in the great outdoors!
I love the rich scents that evoke the Autumn season, such as wood smoke, hot chocolate, coffee, caramel apples, cinnamon pastries, pumpkin bread, black walnuts, anise and clove. There are so many special scents that inspire me and my perfume creations at Angel Blue!
I believe every person has wonderful memories from childhood that they can relate to a particular scent or occasion.
Enjoy the moments, large and small whatever they may be…for they are yours alone-
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“My dream has been to create something truly special, distinctive and lovely from nature… the scent, that when adorned, would evoke the story and mood of the carefully selected notes and essences that were chosen for each artisan crafted perfume and cologne.
I believe in the power of weaving a story out of nature’s own roots, flowers, leaves, wood, spices and fruits…”
I am Tommie Flannery Baskis and I love to create a story, mood and memories with wild crafted, natural and distilled oil, root, leaf, flower and spice essences to bring you truly distinctive, holistic and elegant scents that are the dreams of “Angel Blue Perfume” and its many fragrant note combinations.
As a child I had a fascination with the trees, edible wild plants and flowers I would find on my woodland journeys and camping trips. In my time, my Father taught me about “growing things” and I took it upon myself to research and study the plants I would find in the forest and countryside.
Through the years, my love and admiration grew for the plant, resin, spice and wood properties that made up essential oils and essences. Angel Blue started to evolve from my dreams into a successful reality!
I am excited to share our newest line of natural perfume and cologne! I am proud to offer you some of the finest choices in perfume from natural, wild crafted plant essences and oils without petrochemicals, synthetic dyes, mineral oil, sulfates, parabens and phthalates.
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I am very excited to be sharing the news of my newest botanical perfume, “Ash Rose Moon” ! It is a ‘Victorian’ style, holistic, artisan & sensual perfume made from true wild crafted plant essences that are joyful, enchanting and complex!
All of my lovely perfume and cologne products are safe, GCMS tested oil and plant essence formulations without toxic chemicals, aldehydes, dyes, parabens, phthalates, etc!
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“A scent, that when adorned by the individual women and man, graces and blends on the skin a very enchanting and truly unique story just for you…”
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“He would be able to create a scent that was not merely human, but super human, an angels scent, so indescribably good and vital that who ever smelt it would be enchanted and with his whole heart would have to love him.” ― Patrick Süskind
“Odors have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions, or will. The persuasive power of an odor cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it.” –Patrick Suskind
“The Power of Olfaction from oil, root, leaf, flower and spice plant essence energy are brought forth from their depths to radiate a pure and sensual memory that shines so bright” ___Tommie Flannery Baskis
“When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered…the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls…bearing resiliently, on tiny and almost impalpable drops of their essence, the immense edifice of memory” —Marcel Proust
― “I can’t over-emphasize how important an exquisite perfume is, to be wrapped and cradled in an enchanting scent upon your skin is a magic all on its own! The notes in that precious liquid will remind you that you love yourself and will tell other people that they ought to love you because you know that you’re worth it. The love affair created by a good perfume between you and other people, you and nature, you and yourself, you and your memories and anticipations and hopes and dreams; it is all too beautiful a thing!”
― C. JoyBell C.
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Late Summer at Dripping Springs
Late Summer days linger in hazy dreams before the door of Autumn. I find in Dripping Springs an old forgotten rose bush by the white clapboard home, abandoned many, many summers ago.
The rotten bird house still clings to a post at the Pickett cemetery where many children went to dreamin’, laughing and sleepin’ in another place and time.
Wind moves through the dry poke weed, whistling a tune that sounds like flames cracking.
Poke berries, make the prettiest stain…for my aged gingham dress
Deepest magenta, I imagine, will stain my hands
Barn, gone to the trees, sees no one now…not even secret lovers
Hay bales, heavy and sweet smelling, sit fat awaiting the autumn damp and mice.
Summer will leave soon…it will find its way back here again after cold winter moons grow tired.
My Quest for “The Forgotten Story” in Scottsville, KY
Through the years, my quest for “the forgotten story” has taken me on many intriguing and inspiring journeys through America, especially the mid-west river towns.
These lovely places and towns that have deep roots in early American history have touched my soul and given me the inspiration for many of my creations.
Whether my creations, such as a new painting, a photographic capture of an abandoned place in time, a new writing of “the old ways and lost stories” for my books “The Abandoned Story” or exploring the forests and countryside for wild plants and roots, I have been deeply moved by the strength and resilience of the people, old towns and countryside in the mid-west towns.
Indiana, Illinois and Kentucky have always been to me, an intriguing and rich source for old stories and ways, abandoned places, history and landscape so lovely and diverse, teeming with a natural energy and abundance of life.
It is no wonder that Native Americans professed that Kentucky was a sacred place with its diverse life, large trees and water sources.
The journey that follows will be from the countryside and quaint town called Scottsville, in Allen County KY. Allen County, KY was named for Colonel John Allen, a soldier and state senator. He was killed leading the 1ST regiment of Kentucky Riflemen at the Battle of Frenchtown, Michigan during the infamous war of 1812.
Scottsville, a very proud American town, is and always has been the government and commercial center of Allen County, KY. The place that resides by Bays Fork was settled in 1797 as a stagecoach station and the town was created and established by 1817. Kentucky’s 4TH governor, Charles Scott inspired the town’s namesake.
Scottsville boasted a grand courthouse that was “prominently positioned” to interrupt the traffic flowing in the turnpike that lead from Louisville to Nashville.
Before the turn of the century there were many small established businesses and small industry. The new technology that would come at the turn of the century, the Dixie Highway, oil boom, telephone, electricity, automobile and such would help the growth expansion of Scottsville.
I have written in the past, a more concise story about Scottsville and its large Noah Hoover Mennonite community, a branch of the Old Order Mennonites. Scottsville is the home of their main settlement; coming from Snyder Counter Pennsylvania they chose Scottsville in 1978 to create a new settlement in Kentucky.
The following is an excerpt from a past writing of my encounters with some of the Mennonite men, women and children in Scottsville, when I met with knife maker and metal forger of the old ways, Sam Stoner.
“I travel a dusty and buggy worn path with the overhanging boughs of locust, oak and maple above me…the scent of a deep and wild damp raises cool from the spring creek. The wind sends a soft honeysuckle fragrance as my eye catches a sturdy Mennonite man. He is walking with solemn purpose in a tall field along a fencerow…he bends down to pull on something from the earth. He looks at the approaching storm that is foreseen…”
I was helped much and given a few hand drawn maps by two kind young Mennonite men that worked a fine organic vegetable and strawberry market. They both were very inquiring of my name and book and of course helped me pick out the firmest squash and tomatoes to take back home. The one man was busy drawing for me a fine map that had a few turns and T’s in the road but he left out the names of the roads and lanes. His friend kindly smiled and turned to the other joking to him that “maybe he should put some names to those markings” he was making.
I laughed and thought that was probably wise considering my experience and knowledge of the twisting country lanes out here in Kentucky. Well, unfortunately the map took me to a general store run by a man named Matthew who was very solemn but kind and quick. He listened to my story about my quest to find Sam Stoner, the blacksmith who makes fine knives and tomahawks. He then neatly took to drawing a map with two small bridges on it that would finally lead to Sam. It did and I was thankful to be here for the day was getting late.
I slowly walk up the lovely country drive to the scent of coal fire burning. I was excited for I knew he must be working on forging something special.
Sam was talking knife business with another local man and he smiled and seemed like he didn’t have a care in the world. I thought that here was a man who is very content and joyful at his craft.
When my turn came to speak I was eager to see and learn as much as I could. I explained my reason for coming to see him and about my book. Sam was more than happy to show me around and answer my questions. He even made a knife out of a railroad spike for me to see. I was thrilled to watch his process. Sam, unbeknownst to me, had just been interviewed for KET. He said I could capture some photographs as I watched him stoke and wind up the coal fire. The incredible show began…I was amazed and listened to him describe the bone and woods he liked to use, such as tiger maple, burled walnut, rosewood, ash and other hardwoods from the area. He would often use deer and elk antler. He would speak about the interesting and beautiful craft of jewelling the blade. His work was as beautiful to watch as his fine craftsmanship and artistic ability was displayed by each unique knife that was finished.
He had two Belgian horses running on a track to move the pulley system that operated the automated hammer machine for flattening the hot metal to be made into the knife blade. This was the “Old Way”. I really enjoyed my journey into Sam Stoner’s blacksmith workshop and can only extend a gracious wish for his extended art, prosperity and joy of life.
I hope that this journey has taken you to a time and place where “old stories and dreams” still live brightly.
Always search for the hidden gems, the lost stories, in your existence. They hold the truest power, the brightest light-
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I’m my Mother’s shiny girl child when she left me here
I’m the seed of love from my Father, distant watcher…proud of my growing
My Grandmother spoke to me on the last hour of her death bed- Child don’t take money for things undone and things that should not be done.
Boy, don’t you know slippin creek is just a stones throw away.
I see you lolling behind, boy-
slow moving and strong-
I see you there summer sweat and shadow dark.
Slippin creek is just a stones throw….
As a smiling child my Mother told me I had the strength for making up for peoples shortcomings
So I took off running into the sun of Summer unveiled and barefoot to feel slippin creek beneath me, a lithe shadow dancing just a stones throw
Boy I see your dark shadow watching just a stones throw away-
I see your shadow bright… hiding in the darkest corner behind that heavy hanging door
Slippin creek is waiting under summer rose moon, darkest scent of purple violet and mimosa candy sweet-
Blackbird flies swift and heavy with secrets to share over slippin creek…
Where shadows lie still and illusions speak-