So don't be afraid
because I think you're going to like these ghosts.
created 39 unique white plaster figures just for the People's Gallery
of the Railroad Museum.
may have been traveling on the train in the 1930s.
You really have to be careful with this one -
if you sit down beside her, she'll talk your ear off! :)
You really have to be careful with this one -
if you sit down beside her, she'll talk your ear off! :)
They're life size and very life like and were made from live models,
wrapped in wet plaster to form a mold.
with straws for breathing and wires to hold up their arms.
I don't think I could have done this, could you?
Heads, arms, fingers, noses and legs were broken off.
and worked on twelve of these statues to restore them
to their former glory.
They were stored here before their return to
The People's Gallery.
I think she's saying, "It's okay, I'm a big girl and can go by myself!"
and is catching a little shut eye before his train comes.
We'll have to be patient for a minute or two!
Hope you've enjoyed my post today and I'll show you more of the
Railroad Museum another time.
I'm joining Our Dear Kim at Savvy Southern Style for Wow Us Wednesday and I'm stretching it this week. I really didn't do much here but I did take the snaps! I hope that counts, Kimmie! :)
Our Dear Michelle at Someday Crafts for Whatever Goes Wednesday,
Our Dear Cindy at My Romantic Home for Show and Tell Friday.
Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia ;)
I'll leave you with a little Note Song~
Shelia ;)
I'll leave you with a little Note Song~
If You Could Read My Mind
If you could read my mind love,
what a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie
about a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
with chains upon my feet.
You know that ghost is me
and I will never be set free
as long as I'm a ghost that you can see.
If I could read your mind love,
what a tale your thoughts could tell.
Just like a paperback novel,
the kind the drugstore sells.
When you reach the part where the heartaches
come the hero would be me.
Heroes often fail.
And you won't read that book again
because the endings just to hard to take.
I walk away like a movie star
who gets burned in a three way script.
Enter number two, a movie queen
to play the scene of bringing all the good things out in me,
but for now love lets be real.
I never thought I could act this way
and I've got to say that I just don't get it.
I don't know where we went wrong
but the feelings gone and I just can't get it back.
If you could read my mind love,
what a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie about a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
with chains upon my feet the story always ends.
And if you read between the lines
you'll know that I'm just trying to understand
the feeling that you left.
I never thought I could feel this way
and I got to say that I just don't get it.
I don't know where we went wrong
but the feelings gone
and I just can't get it back.
~ sung by Gordon Lightfoot
what a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie
about a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
with chains upon my feet.
You know that ghost is me
and I will never be set free
as long as I'm a ghost that you can see.
If I could read your mind love,
what a tale your thoughts could tell.
Just like a paperback novel,
the kind the drugstore sells.
When you reach the part where the heartaches
come the hero would be me.
Heroes often fail.
And you won't read that book again
because the endings just to hard to take.
I walk away like a movie star
who gets burned in a three way script.
Enter number two, a movie queen
to play the scene of bringing all the good things out in me,
but for now love lets be real.
I never thought I could act this way
and I've got to say that I just don't get it.
I don't know where we went wrong
but the feelings gone and I just can't get it back.
If you could read my mind love,
what a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie about a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
with chains upon my feet the story always ends.
And if you read between the lines
you'll know that I'm just trying to understand
the feeling that you left.
I never thought I could feel this way
and I got to say that I just don't get it.
I don't know where we went wrong
but the feelings gone
and I just can't get it back.
~ sung by Gordon Lightfoot
