By mid spring in New Hampshire most trees and shrubs have begun leafing out. Flowers and low plants are well underway with their growth. Frosts can still occur here even as late as the end of May but most plants can tolerate the frost. Things start being a little more problematic if a hard freeze occurs.
Frosts usually happen when temperatures hover or dip below the freezing mark, 32 degrees Fahrenheit or 0 degrees Celsius. But a hard freeze happens when cold air pushes in, dropping temperatures down into the mid 20s fahrenheit. Many plants can tolerate even these frigid blasts but not all can.
Just over a week ago, a freeze warning was put out by the weather service for our area and that night the thermometer dropped to the mid-twenties. Fortunately most of my plants were still in pots so they could be moved inside the garage for protection. What was in the garden already had not yet sprouted and so were protected by the soil. Still many plants were challenged by these icy conditions and not all fared well.
My bleeding heart plant, in the process of blossoming, was bitten badly. The flowers were destroyed but leaves at the base of the plant survived, so I am hopeful the plant will make a full recovery. Tiger Lilies suffered damage with smaller plants getting the worst of it. Many do not look like they will make it. Larger plants, already several feet tall, looked really beat and for a while I wondered if they would pull through. Lower leaves wilted but the tops recovered. It remains to be seen if they will produce flowers.
Many trees and shrubs shrugged off the arctic blast but a few species got hit hard. Oak trees and one or two other species I’m not familiar with got the worst of it.
At this time of year, oaks are just starting to leaf out. The freeze destroyed the new growth, leaving behind withered brown vegetation. When they are touched, they are dry, crumbling under my fingers, so these will not be coming back.
Will trees be able to survive a hit like this? Looking about, I see many larger oak trees with their leaves blasted. Many smaller trees have been devastated as well though a few twigs here and there managed to make it through. As it is so early in the season, chances are good that the trees (many of whom surely have gone through this before) will be able to put out new growth. How acorn production will be affected by this remains to be seen. I have not been able to locate any information online which might tell me this. Many animals rely on acorns, eating them to fatten up for the winter or storing them away for lean times. Bears, turkeys, squirrels, chipmunks and others will all be affected by this if the acorn crop fails.
But nature is nothing, if not resilient. Natural selection will weed out those who cannot tolerate climate extremes, leaving behind the toughest and the hardiest. Northern New Hampshire is a good place for that. Like the old saying; If you don’t like the weather, wait a minute.
Cryptids or mysterious unidentified creatures are a popular topic for investigation. It doesn’t seem to matter that no actual physical trace of the beasts in question which would allow positive ID has ever been found. Just marveling about their possible existence seems to be enough.
Remember the Abominable Snowman (otherwise called a yeti)? I recall that being quite the thing for a while when I was younger. Books were written about the possibility of an unknown giant anthropoid living in the Himalayan mountains. They were described as being reddish-brown in color and would walk for impossibly long distances. Hollywood leapt on the bandwagon with their own creep-fests starring the strange beast, although for some reason they made them white instead reddish-brown (white fur costumes must have been cheaper).
The craze faded after a time and now the latest on this crytid is a news article reporting a yeti (excuse me, an idiot dressed up as a yeti) robbing a Russian theater. He got quickly arrested (once the Russian cops got through laughing). If there’s a real yeti out there, he must be cringing.
Bigfoot or Sasquach has fared slightly better. He never seems to go out of style. Over the years there has been a steady stream of sightings of the beast. Footprints have been photographed, odd calls reported, blurry pictures showing what’s obviously a chunky guy wearing a gorilla costume,
however no solid evidence such as bones, droppings or hair samples showing that such a being exists has turned up. Samples of hair submitted many years ago turned out to belong to a deer. While it’s still up in the air as to what’s really going on, my own theory is that some First Nation wise guys go out every so often and have a little fun with the dumb whites. After all if we’ll believe space aliens built the pyramids, then we’ll believe guys in monkey suits are really an unknown species of hominid. It’s always possible of course that there are giant ape-like beings roaming about, but if there are, they have enough sense to keep out of sight from us crazy humans.
Loch Ness has been in the news recently with yet another sighting of the mysterious Loch ‘monster’. While the article speaks of a single monster, it looks more to me like several critters, possibly otters cavorting in the water, though it’s difficult to get a sense of scale looking at the video. Unfortunately, CGI is so sophisticated now that you really have to take anything you see on the screen with a large grain of salt, these days.
Tabloids headlines bill the creature (or creatures) as ‘terrifying’ but it’s hard being scared of something which seems to be playing with such relish in the waters. Tourists, obviously unphased, flock every year hoping for a glimpse of the monster. Even if they don’t see anything, the Loch is still a beautiful place to visit, judging from all the photos. Here’s hoping ‘Nessie’ doesn’t get found too soon.
Nessie seems to have many counterparts throughout the world. Argentina’s Lake Nahuel Huapi boasts of a lake monster much like Nessie. Okanagan Lake in British Columbia is reputed to be the residence of a creature named Ogopogo. Chessie is another water creature which may be found in the Chesapeake Bay and it seems to have a cousin living in Lake Champlain called Champ. The darkness of lakes the world over has invited many such tales. Who know what might be lurking under those mysterious looking waves?
Far more intriguing are the stories found throughout the United States of mysterious giant birds. The First Nation tales of the Thunderbirds, spirit beings who protect humans from evil spirits, particularly water spirits. The Algonquins says the Thunderbirds were actually the ancestors of present-day humans and helped create the universe.
Fast forward to modern times and frequent accounts pop up, usually in Texas but also in other places of mysterious outsize birds which startle people. While most are misidentified known birds such as hawks, vultures or eagles, others might be unknown flying avians, not familiar to the witnesses. It’s often easy to misjudge the size of a bird especially when it’s at a distance so the definition of ‘giant’ may be up to debate. But like Sasquatch and Nessie, the reports persist.
So what to make of these stories and why do they continue in spite of no real physical evidence collaborating their reality? Another look at these creatures reveals one common element: they are all based on stories of supernatural beings. The Sasquatch is known to Northwestern Native Americans as sasq’ets, meaning ‘hairy man’ and has been viewed as a shape-shifting supernatural being which protects the forest. Water beast stories, which include those about Nessie, are a world-wide phenomenon based on a belief in water spirits and gods. In fact the Thunderbird itself is said to be the foe of evil water spirits. Like the Sasquatch, it also is a shape-shifter, engaged in a never-ending battle with hostile beings who are a threat to mankind.
Perhaps rather than futilely searching for ‘proof’ of these beings, it might be better to accept that they might really be elusive spirit forms, either beneficial or hostile, who co-exist with us. We’ve never lost our desire to witness beings awesome and inexplicable. While we might marvel at the wonders of other planets, exploding suns, shimmering galaxies and ominous black holes, they are far away, almost abstract. But the mystery beings populating our imagination and possibly our world as well, are much closer to home and lurking just out of the corner of our eyes.
Many mythic creatures have worked their way into modern literature and especially movies throughout the years. Medusa with her stony glare, dragons galore, vampires, werewolves, sea serpents, and the occasional flying horse all have walked, flown, swam or slithered across the screen, the more cinematic, the better.
Many more haven’t made the cut, however (at least not yet). This may be due to their not being interesting enough, or not having shown up in entertainment mythology in a sufficiently popular movie. But many of these creatures do have potential.
One monster is the manticore, a man-eating creature from Persian (modern day Iran) mythology.
Like many mythic beasts, it is an odd amalgamation of various animals. It has the head of a man with three sets of formidable teeth, the body of a lion and the tail of a scorpion. In some illustrations, like the one above, the tail is a bristle of poisonous spines which the creature can shoot like arrows. Later accounts placed it in India as by then Persia was well known enough so that scholars noted the decided lack of manticores in that land. In modern times, the manticore is sufficiently unfamiliar that some artists have erroneously given it a lion’s face. But this is a bizarre enough monster that it will surely make its way onto the big screen at some point, if it hasn’t already.
While fire-breathing dragons are a staple in many fantasy movies and tv series, the Chinese dragon is profoundly different.
More correctly named the loong or lung, it is drastically different from the western dragon. Instead of fire, it is strongly associated with water and is considered a manifestation of chi, bringing good fortune, power and strength. It doesn’t waste time accumulating treasure or devouring virgins. It has no need for them. The loong can shapeshift as it wishes, from the size of a tiny caterpillar to as great as the universe itself, even on occasion, taking human form. It is often accompanied by a flaming pearl representing wisdom, spirituality, immortality and other valued attributes. While loongs are usually presented as beneficent, they do have their wrathful moments, deluging mortals who displease them with floods and violent storms. Hmmm, you know, this sounds familiar. If you’ve been watching the news, you no doubt noticed the nasty weather which has been hitting us lately. Maybe it’s time we got our act together and stop doing stuff to infuriate the loong.
Native American stories are replete with tales of various creatures,some friendly, some very dangerous. Among Cherokee people is the tale of the creature known as a nun’yunu’wi, literally translated as dressed in stone.
Humanoid in appearance, the nun’yunu’wi has sorcerous powers, among them a stone cane which the creature uses to locate prey, namely humans. Nearly unstoppable due to his arrow-proof stony skin, he does have one fatal weakness; a menstruating woman. One tale has a warrior running to warn his village after spotting an approaching nun’yunu’wi. The village elder locates seven menstruating women and lines them up along the road leading to their village. As the women are stark naked, there is no mistaking their condition. The nun’yunu’wi encounters each one, much to his horror, as he tries to near the village. Working like kryptonite, the women’s menstrual blood reduces this menace to utter helplessness so the villagers can destroy him.
One twist to this story which I find very interesting is that the nun’yunu’wi doesn’t seem to resent his destruction by the villagers. In fact, there’s no animosity, at all. He doesn’t curse them out or bewail his fate. While they set fire to a great pile of logs over him, he accepts it all philosophically and proceeds to teach them prayers and magic spells which can help them in day to day living. Once he is burnt to ashes, the people sweep away the ashes only to discover a lump of red paint and a magic stone, again which are used for their benefit. This tale reveals a striking difference in attitude from stories we might tell. There’s no abominable evil creature spewing hateful bile whereever it goes, no unredeemable nihilistic demon and no gleeful celebration over its death. Instead it’s just a very dangerous monster which, while it needs to be destroyed for the people’s safety, still can be helpful even in its dying moments and beyond.
Australia is also brimming with supernatural wonders of every kind. The local people speak of a being called a mimi, a kind of aboriginal fairy. It has a long, spindly fragile body and because it’s vulnerable to winds that could tear it to pieces, it lives in rock crevices.
Native people tell how mimis lived on the land before aboriginal people came. They were and still are regarded as generally friendly and even playful, though they may get annoyed if you are disrespectful. It is said that the mimi taught the humans how to build fires, hunt kangaroos as well as showing them how to dance, sing and paint. Art depicting the wonderful wispy mimis can be found on many outcroppings and in artwork done by native peoples.
Another mysterious creature, found mainly in England but also in Europe as well, is the Black Dog. This spectral being, obviously in the form of a black dog, is often described in countless folktales.
One form is the Black Shuck, a strange ferocious brute, a terrifying black dog with one eye. It’s said that if you meet it, it can be the worst of luck for you and may even presage your death. Arthur Conan Doyle used this creature as an inspiration for his Sherlock Holmes novel, Hound of the Baskervilles.
Many times these mysterious canines are seen along roadsides or near bridges. Sometimes the spectral hounds are white rather than black. But not all Black Dogs are evil however. Some have been known to guide lost travelers to safety. A good book to read about these spirit forms is Black Dog Folklore by Mark Norman
Interestingly the Black Dog has made its way to the Americas, apparently immigrating along with Europeans, spawning tales in both South and North America. An area called the Bridgewater Triangle, a section of land in southeastern Massachusetts noted for paranormal phenomenon has had sightings of the Black Dog along with countless other strange beings.
Housecleaning and downsizing often resurrects items long in storage leaving you with the decision about whether to keep or donate to the rummage sale. Toys are a good example of this. For some, it’s easy. Dolls went quickly for me as I was never much a doll player, probably because they weren’t interactive. Barbie dolls were considered too pricey so I got the cheapie knock-offs. Those are long gone and not missed. The only doll that ever got an enthusiatic reponse from me was the Chatty Cathy doll.
The one I got had a pull-ring in the back of her neck. Yank on it and she had a dozen or so sentences she would recite one at a time each time you pulled the string. This was pre-electronic tech so what she had inside her was basically a phonograph record. This worked great until I wore the darn thing out pulling on the string so many times. Sadly her voice degenerated to an unpleasant grinding sound and that was the end of Chatty Cathy. A pity since an intact Chatty Cathy with a good voice box commands a pretty decent price as a collectable vintage toy.
Another vintage toy I wish I still had was a little scooter I sat in and pushed around when I was a toddler. It looked like a zebra, with four wheels, a wooden tail and head painted like a zebra. The legs had coverings similar to the cores of paper towel rolls also zebra painted. An internet search has turned up nothing like what I remember. The closest I could come was this.
Even this doesn’t quite look like it but it gives a rough idea of how it was shaped. I rode that thing incessantly around the house (I was about four or five but remember it quite clearly). It was a great way to burn up excess kid energy. It’s a wonder I didn’t wear ruts in the floor. I probably drove my parents totally crazy which may explain why it disappeared once I outgrew it. Off to a rummage sale (alas, *sniff*…).
At one time we had more than one Slinky toy about, but over the years something would happen to them. They would get bent or damaged in some way so they could no longer slink anymore. So those are gone as well.
Still, a suprising number of toys managed to withstand the attentions of both myself and my kid brother to survive to the present day and are definite keepers, not to be given away or sold. One was a little wooden pull toy put out by the Holgate Toy Company.
With sturdy wooden parts and a strong pull string, it’s still in good shape and would still be good entertainment for a small child. I also still have some wooden blocks of the same above design, probably put out by the same company. A few tinkertoys still survive and on my bookshelves I have a small plastic ferris wheel. I have no idea what toy set it came from but it still endures and will even spin if you push it with a finger.
There’s a vast menagerie of plastic dinosaurs, farm animals and various critters still present from many Christmas gifts over the years, enough so they could fill a toy zoo twice over.
But by far the most entertaining toy (and likely the most hazardous) was the Creepy Crawler Set. We had two versions, one which made bugs of various sorts and the other you could make weird looking critters which could fit together in any design you wanted. The set consisted of a electric heater, with metal form molds. Plastic goop stuff came in bottles and you would pour the goop into the molds and ‘cook’ them on the heaters producing all sorts of odd looking critters. Apparently these things were a lot more dangerous than I remember.
However, I don’t recall either my brother or I burning ourselves on the hot cooker or getting sick from the plastic fumes. We must have done the cooking in a well ventilated area because we both survived to tell the tale. And I still have a bagful of the plastic beasties. The cooker, molds and goop are long gone but the Crawlers survive in all their creepy glory.
All of these will be sticking around for a while, because they bring back memories of a simpler time (or at least it seemed simpler). But that’s how housecleaning usually works. You can junk some stuff and shed nary a tear but some of it you just can’t bear to part with. That probably signifies what’s really important to you.
Can’t say for sure what the Creepy Crawlers signify, though.
