Whitecrow Trading Post

(formerly known as Silverheels Trading Post)

Journal of Fanny Whitecrow

The Sound of Coffee Brewing

October 25, 2020
The Sound of Coffee Brewing

October 25, 2020

Exeter, Devon, England


At her ranch in Arizona, my great grandmother makes coffee in a percolator. Many a morning have I awakened there to the sound and aroma of coffee perking. It is a very agreeable experience. Mornings are not the best time of day for me; I usually feel terrible upon first awakening. My whole body aches and my head hurts. No matter how long I have slept, I still crave more sleep. But the prospect of coffee makes climbing out of bed a little more endurable. My own little single-cup coffeemaker, on the other handthe one I rely on here in Englandsounds exactly like someone's peeing.


 

Ratings and Reviews

September 22, 2020

September 22, 2020
Exeter, Devon, England

Most internet sites these days where one can post reviews of books and/or movies employ a five-star rating system. Nor do these sites allow a reviewer to award zero stars; the minimum is one. Therefore, 1 star means "I hate this book." For two reasons, I rarely post negative reviews. First, if I was not enjoying a book, then I probably did not finish it, and I do not feel that one has the right to review a book that one has not read cover to cover. Seco...


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Ledger Art

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


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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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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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