Whitecrow Trading Post

(formerly known as Silverheels Trading Post)

Journal of Fanny Whitecrow

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 commotion was about, I turned around to hop back down and struck my temple against the protruding corner of the crown molding.

Actually, “crown molding” is probably the wrong term, This molding of which I speak is about three feet below the ceiling, and it sticks out from the wall about three and a half or four inches. The convex corner at the window well is wicked.

In any case, I was momentarily stunned and lost my balance. I fell atop my escritoire, my weight breaking its two front legs. I then rolled or bounced off the escritoire to land across the seat of a straight chair, cracking a couple of my ribs.

Breaking lockdown for the first time in almost three months, Trevor and Alistair drove me to an emergency room, where I was seen and treated almost immediately. Now, we three have to wait two weeks to learn whether our little jaunt exposed us to covid-19, In the meantime, each of us is confined to his or her own room, meals left outside the door. Aunt Daphne has loaned me her Kindle in order that I be able to get online, the computer I usually use being downstairs in my grandfather’s study or library. I didn’t even know Daphne had a Kindle.

On the way home from hospital, Trevor said to me, ”You’re a stand-up girl, mad Elaine. What you went through just to get us out the house was above and beyond the call of duty. You deserve a medal.”


 

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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Aunt Daphne

June 6, 2020

June 5, 2020

Exeter, Devon, England


My father’s youngest sibling, my Aunt Daphne, still lives at home with her parents. I don’t know exactly how old she is, but her age is closer to my own than to Daddy’s. I think she must have been a late-in-life surprise blessing for my grandparents. Daphne is quite comely, but she’s strange. She hardly ever speaks, but keeps entirely to herself. I used to think she didn’t like me. Now, I believe that she is just painfully shy and somewhat...


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Weather Threat

June 6, 2020

June 4, 2020

Exeter, Devon, England


I understand that, over Guatemala right now, there is a tropical depression trying to gather itself into a tropical storm. The name it has been given is Cristobal. Its projected path takes it toward Houston by next Sunday evening. I am quite concerned for all my friends there, lest this depression becomea not just a tropical storm but a hurricane. I am especially worried for Percy and Xiomara, who have, in the last few years, become as dear to me as my ...


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My Grandfather Ashe

June 6, 2020

June 3, 2020

Exeter, Devon, England


Grandfather Ashe has rather rigid ideas about what is proper and prudent. Mind you, he is very tolerant of my liberal values, my somewhat unconventional lifestyle, my posing nude for artists, my voracious sexual appetite, and even of my occasional daliences with other girls. But because I never sleep in and always show up for breakfast on time, I am solid in his books. It’s killing me though. There being only one computer in this house for ten peopl...


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Sexual Attraction

June 6, 2020

June 2, 2020

Exeter, Devon, England


I don’t know exactly what it is that makes me attracted to some men and not to others. I admire good looks, of course, but good looks alone won’t do it for me. What I do know for sure is that certain things turn me off completely: stupidity, cruelty, insensitivity, prejudicial hatred, and over-inflated egos. Once I have seen evidence of any of these faults in a man, he has no chance with me whatever.

At age 16, I was much less discerning. I’d ...


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An Embarrassing Moment

June 6, 2020

June 1, 2020

Exeter, Devon, England


My cousin Giles, who is not yet 16 years old, knocked on my bedroom door this morning.

Yeah?” I answered, meaning “Who is it?”

Giles interpreted my response to mean “Come in,” and he promptly did so.

Completely topless, I had a knit shirt in my hands about to put it on. Giles was mortified. He blushed and stammered an excuse, tried to retreat, but couldn't seem to find the doorknob.

I quickly slipped the shirt on over my head and reass...


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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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