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[OT from cottage renovations]
out back of the ball field in Woodward Park stands this old stone fireplace. it's been there for as long as anybody can remember and though it's been unusable for many decades it isn't going anywhere, not any time soon.
from time to time it is proposed that we do something about getting it back in order. it is generally agreed that doing so would entail pointing the mortar, finding some way to straighten that curved grill (or was is meant to follow that elegant catenary curve?) and setting it back up in its place.
funds for this purpose make a ritual appearance in each year's budget but somehow the repairs never happen. something always comes along that's more important so the fireplace funds get redirected to serve higher and better ends. in giving our Town government a small operational margin that can be relied upon without having to dip into our reserves it has gone through a use transformation similar to what happens when the Navy scuttles unneeded warships to create fish havens and diving attractions.
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Woodward Park
the budgetary charade is certain to continue into the foreseeable future so I really don't think these repairs will ever happen. like so much else in and of the Grove, stone fireplaces are anachronistic, hopelessly out of fashion and completely unsuitable to contemporary lifestyles. their place has been taken by backyard grills and portable fire pits, readily available from the big box retail outlets that blight the suburbs that surround us.
one of these days I would love to see the fireplace get fixed up. it would such a delightfully Grovey thing to do that, even more so to make use of it. but like so many other things I know better than to hope for it.
the old stones are comforting even in their disuse. it might be too much work to fix it up, but that means it's also too much work to knock it down.

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This is exactly the kind of place a bunch of fairys love to hang out in. You could start leaving little presents now and then.....they love mllk and honey and bright shiny things I'm told.....and if they're not there already they would be shortly.
I think they are not indifferent to the acknowledgement.
I had a nice bunch of fellas living in my overgrown back yard, but then my landladys husband cleared it all out, in preparation of selling the property. So they left and went next door to my mom and dads place which is like a jungle.
how did you know about the Grove's field fairies?
I've never written about them in this space. if the bamboo walker sees this perhaps an explanation will show up on a comment reply.
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(Anonymous) 2007-07-16 03:12 am (UTC)(link)ANDY SPANDY SUGARDY CANDY
FRENCH ALMOND ROCK!
BREAD AND BUTTER FOR YOUR SUPPER'S
ALL YOUR MOTHER'S GOT!
I am not sure the Grove fairies use this one, as Andy Spandy is of the English isles. But couldn't resist adding it.
bw
Re: how did you know about the Grove's field fairies?
I can't see how WOULDN'T sing the Andy Spandy song it has such a catchy tune.
And I'm sure you've seen them peeking around when you have those plays, pageants and music fests. They LOVE those kinds of events.
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It rather reminds me of the disembodied chimney we had back on my college campus. It had been part of a small cottage built against a very large glacial erratic boulder, with the stone forming one wall of the house. Gradually the place crumbled, but the chimney remains... an incongruous relic in the middle of the woods.