Dagaz Blacker: The Spirit Smith

In my post “A Home So Full Of Life” I promised I would tell you further stories about this family and their home…  So here we go! This story begins on a day perhaps about a year, maybe a bit more, after the first story I told you. By this time, I was now teaching at a private school located at the same historic site where my friend and I had worked as Historical Interpreters and Educators. My friend was back to story telling full time. I invited her to come and do a story telling session for my students. After the session, I was helping my friend pack up her minivan and then I said goodbye. She still had a few more things to put in the van. As she bent down to get one of them, a lovely older woman stopped to chat with her. This lady was dressed in perfect 1830’s attire. My friend immediately thought she was a Historical Interpreter working at the site and was impressed with the effort put into the clothing she was wearing. They had a pleasant conversation about the weather and what...

Thinking about what to write today, I have many ideas come to mind. The one that stands out, is about myself and  a good friend who through the years have had many experiences with spirit together. We worked at a heritage site together for a time, although we have been friends for over 25 years.  This particular day my friend was working in a log home built in 1837. Not all historic homes have spirit dwelling in them, but this one was always full of  “life”. My friend is an historical interpreter and story teller. This particular day at the museum was a quiet one, only the odd visitor. My friend was in this home she worked in, cleaning and cooking over the open hearth. The house smelled of woodsmoke and fresh biscuits baking. As I entered the home to discuss an upcoming program with my friend, the walking wheel spinning wheel was slowly turning round as if someone was actually using it. Keep in mind the wheel was normally tied off so it could not be used unless staff was ...