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Whitecrow Trading Post

(formerly known as Silverheels Trading Post)

Journal of Fanny Whitecrow

Ledger Art

July 20, 2020
Ledger Art
This 2017 painting is by Cheyenne artist George Levi.  I love it.
 

The Value of Reading Fiction

July 11, 2020

July 11, 2020

Exeter, Devon, England


In reading a book, I inevitably identify so totally with the main character that I can honestly claim to have lived other lives than just my own. Nor must those characters whose lives I so vividly experience be of my own gender, age, or race. In a fictional universe conjured for me by a skilled story-teller, I am as often male as I am female. At age eighteen, believe it or not, I have already endure the frustrations and disappointments of old age. I...


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Shedding Tears

July 1, 2020

July 1, 2020

Exeter, Devon, England


I was a very small child the last time I shed tears of unhappiness. Nor is that because no misfortune has ever befallen me. Even though my life is blessed beyond what most human beings can even imagine, I have, nevertheless, had to face disappointments and to endure both physical pain and terrible grief. But I do not cry. I deal with it like a big girl. After all, did I not inherited from my mother the storied stoicism of Native Americans? And did m...


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Back to Normal

June 28, 2020

June 28, 2020

Exeter, Devon, England


My period of confinement to my room has ended. My daily schedule has returned to normal (normal for this lockdown, I mean). Happily, my trip to the emergency room did not expose me to the virus. Trevor and Alistair are okay as well. We can all breathe a sigh of relief. I walked in the garden today for the first time in ages. It was so very pleasant to feel the sunshine on my face after so long.


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Serializing a New Novel

June 21, 2020

June 21, 2020

Exeter, Devon, England


On the recommendation of my friend Princess Talaguit, I have joined Wattpad.com, where I am currently publishing a historical novel chapter by chapter as I write the story. It is illustrated, and it is free to read online. As of today, the first 5 chapters of Cries in her Sleep (or Tribulations and Triumphs of Kiowa Artist Dolores Hummingbird) are posted. This is my first venture into self-publishing. Unfortunately, that means I don't have an editor. I'l...


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Princess Talaguit

June 19, 2020

June 19, 2020

Exeter, Devon, England


I have a new pen pal. Her name is Princess Talaguit. Really. Princess is her actual name, not a title. She is from the Philippine province of Bicol. We have been Facebook friends for several month, but only recently did we start spending hours upon hours exchanging confidences online. I am always thrilled when I see that she has left me a message, and I hurry to answer it.

We became acquainted through a mutual friend, and then ever so gradually...


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Bathroom Sounds

June 17, 2020

June 17, 2020

Exeter, Devon, England


I have never been afflicted with undue modesty or paralyzing shyness.  I am not easily embarrassed, but occasionally I might flirt a little on the sly by pretending to social awkwardness or to discomfort that I do not actually feel. I suppose that makes me a pretty naughty girl, but the guys love it, and I like to please.

My bedroom in my grandfather's house has its own bathroom, which is situated directly beside my cousin Trevor's bathroom.  If Trevor ...


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Benjamin York

June 11, 2020

June 11, 2020

Exeter, Devon, England


I’ve been chatting with Benjamin online today. We’ve never done that before. He is one of the few friends to whom I have given my grandparents’ phone number. Since my arrival here a couple of months back, we’ve enjoyed long-distance conversations two or three times a week. After hearing about my accident, he tried to call and was told that I could not come to the phone because I was in quarantine, confined to my room for two weeks. So he mad...


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Woe is me!

June 9, 2020

June 9, 2020

Exeter, Devon, England


I’m all beat up. I feel as if I’ve been run over by a bus. I have six stitches in my lower lip, my right arm is in a cast, and I have cuts and bruises all over my body, no concussion though. So I guess things are not so bad as they could be.

Hearing a great hullabaloo from outside, I climbed up into a window well in my bedroom, trying to see what was going on just beyond the hedge at the back of the garden.  Unable to determine what all the commot...


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My Friend Mark Roden

June 6, 2020

June 6, 2010

Exeter, Devon, England


Of all the people I chat with online, Mark Roden is the nicest and most engaging.  He is an artist and fine-art photographer in Houston, Texas. I have been to his studio on a couple of occasions, but long before I got to know him on Facebook; so I didn’t bother to introduce myself. I wish I had. Mark always has interesting things to share, and he makes amusing and intelligent comments on my posts. Nor has he ever hit on me or made requests for nude self...


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About Me


Fanny Whitecrow My full name is Madeleine Estefania Whitecrow Ashe. I am the niece of Trudy Silverheels, founder of this trading post. To readers of historical fiction, I am known as M W Ashe.
Past managers of this trading post, besides Aunt Bootsy (Trudy Silverheels), are my mother (Miranda Whitecrow), Xiomara Antonia Roma, and Beatrice Garza Johnson. I thank them all for keeping this enterprise operational until I became of age to run it myself.
After a Painting by Maija

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