to quote: "Nevermore"

FIRST: Another week has come upon us...which means a new treat to hand out---
The next of five for October --haunting as you are, h-e-r-r-r-r-e's number three!!





After today, you'll find my newest Treat-fest Treat on my sidebar. Just click on it, enlarge it, and save to your hard drive if you'd like!! Boo, scared'ya didn't I?!!







What's really scary tho, is yesterday it was October 10th, writing in this fashion 10/10/10....the scary part? Well, today is the 11th. [LOL]





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MONDAY MORSELS

....And she said to me, not many days afterward, tranquilly dying, that, because of what I had done for the comfort of her spirit she would watch over me in that spirit when departed, and, if so it were permitted her return to me visibly in the watches of the night; but, if this thing were, indeed, beyond the power of the souls in Paradise, that she would, at least, give me frequent indications of her presence, sighing upon me in the evening winds, or filling the air which I breathed with perfume from the censers of the angels. And, with these words upon her lips, she yielded up her innocent life, putting an end to the first epoch of my own.

Elenora


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It's been written that Edgar Allan Poe's famous work, THE RAVEN, was penned with inclinations very much so that this 'raven' was his departed wife, "Lenore". It's quoted many times that he chose the raven speaking throughout because birds can and are known to be able to pick up speech and mimic words----as he sat weak and weary, the tapping on the door...the questions he pondered - was he 'talking' to his beloved wife [1st cousin] who died of tuberculosis at the age of 24? Was she actually 'giving indications of her presence to him' this very night as he wrote the poem? Perhaps. I'd like to think so.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
Only this, and nothing more...."

October is a month I always bring out my books by Poe [and another author of "Halloween lore" I really like, but I'll mention about that story in another blog]. It always seems so fitting. The eerie tales he penned seem apropos for the season. And, THE RAVEN is one of my favorites. Along with Lenore...again, if one knows a little of his life and love of his long-suffering wife, LENORE could also be a love story; depression of losing and loving so deeply. Most read and come to the conclusion that his works are dark, sinister, and eerie...which they are...but, I also like to delve between the lines of the prose as an undying love that perhaps sent him over the edge when he lost everything he lived for during the short time with his [in real life], Virginia.


Photo: On my computer desk, the bust of the Raven and ghost candle holders