Gunne Sax Ghost Gals

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Krystal Tassles

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I miss seeing this woman everyday. xxo

The Log Lady

Elmer E. Barner 1865-1901

Elmer E. Barner was hanged in the jail yard at Harrisburg at 10:10 o'clock Tuesday morning for the murder of his brother-in-law, Isaac Miller, in Halifax township, Dauphin county, January 15, 1900.

He and Miller married sisters and lived as neighbors in Halifax township for nine years prior to the spring of 1899, when Barner removed to South Dakota. While there, he formed an opinion that his wife had not been true to him and like all similar delusions, the more he brooded over it the more positive he became that Miller had seduced his wife. To set matters right, she agreed to come back to Dauphin county with him.

They arrived at Millerstown, this county, January 15, 1900, from where they went across the country to Miller's home. Barner unburdened his mind. Miller, entirely innocent as is generally believed, indignantly denied Barner's charges when the latter drew a revolver and shot him dead. He was arrested, tried and convicted. Nothing else than conviction could be expected, considering the unmistakable and unjustifiable nature of his crime.

His execution was without incident- save the indifference with which he met his fate. Barner walked to the scaffold, dressed in the same suit that he wore when he killed Miller. He slept well during the night and for breakfast drank a glass of mild and ate some ice. He made no dying statement and his death was due to strangulation, so pronounced by the physicians in attendance fifteen minutes after the trap door had been sprung by Sheriff Reiff.

A Folk Song from Sussex

The cuckoo is a merry bird, she sings as she flies,
She brings us good tidings and tells us no lies;
She sucks the sweet flowers to make her sing clear,
And she never sings "cuckoo" till summer is near.

O meeting is a pleasure, but parting a grief,
An inconstant lover is worse than a thief;
For a thief will but rob you and swear to be true,
And the very next moment they'll bring you to the grave.

The grave it will rot you and bring you to dust,
There is not one in twenty young men girls can trust;
They will kiss you, and court you and swear to be true,
And the very next moment they'll bid you adieu.

Come all you young women wherever you be,
Build your nest in the top of a tree;
For the leaves they will wither, the branches decay,
And the beauty of fair maids will soon fade away.

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Elisabeth von Wittelsbach 1837-1898

Elisabeth von Wittelsbach, Empress of Austria, suffered from a phobia of being looked at. (She always hid from stares behind fans, parasols, and flight.) Her assassin stuck an ice pick in her heart without looking at her. Had she died amid lace under canopies, the doctor would have made her suffer much more by looking into her face.
- Guido Ceronetti via blind pony books

A Head of their Time

Summer Spinsters

Love is Bourgeois

and that's the truth.

Me and My Gal

I've scot to find a new town.

To St. Valentine

By far, my favorite Valentine's Day film is Picnic at Hanging Rock. The mystery, the death, the intrigue. I must say, the true romance of the film lies only in the costumes, flowers, crafts and cake; all of which I've developed quite the love affair for. So here's to you St. Valentine, may you subject us all to such a romantic demise.

Tap Shoes and Ballet Boxes

Recently, my brother, who is married with 2 kids, purchased my childhood home, forcing my parents to re-locate. It's nice that we're keeping the home in the family and even nicer that it gave me the opportunity to go through so many boxes of goodies my parents kept in our attic. After opening the boxes, the smell of childhood filled the air. Books I read, dolls I played with, my mother's old bridesmaid frocks I used to play dress-up with; it was a veritable time travel to all things innocent and sprightly this past weekend. I took possession of a few of my most valued treasures and cannot wait to return home and rummage through more boxes.

Pretty Baby

The delicious little tale of a baby prostitute born and raised in a whore house. If whore houses today were so elaborately and tastefully decorated, I would definitely consider a career move.

Susan Sarandon is absolutely stunning in this film. It reminds me of her days on the Rocky Horror circuit.

Her virginity was sold to the man with $400 cash.

I think I had the same expression and smeared make-up face after I lost my virginity.

Truly Scrumptious

Over The Looking Glass

After watching the new trailer for Tim Burton's adaptation of Alice in Wonderland, I fear that I may feel a wonder of malice towards this apparent sequel to the whimsical fairy tale that played such an integral role in my childhood. I wish that the movie makers of today would go back to the basics of a storybook, where the visual accompaniments, although they may be few, are detailed, thoughtful and serve as magical lamp-posts highlighting the bulk of the book (that being the story itself). This is by far one of my favorite representations of Lewis Carroll's classic tale, another being Harry Harris' version, no animation, simple puppetry, thoughtful costumes and no 3d glasses required. As Carol Channing so charmingly put it, "Bread and Butter!"

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Regret

I should've faked my own death and stayed in Paris forever.