Clearly, the truth was too terrible to know, and Sandy has been driven insane. She had one chance to tell us, but her soul is now in the possession of the stone-face god.

The truth will never come out.

unless burns tell us

Then we'll ALL be driven insane.

Well, more insane.

There has to be a secret Phrase or soMething?

Imma try that.

I keep thinking that this is a thread about Ronnie Wood.

Did I ever mention that I have one Japanese and one German parent? (directly-from, not descendants-of) so that means I'm genetically inclined to enjoy watching people squirm :jig:

But the truth is that the response was so banal that it seems a shame to give it away when there are still some Cellarites who don't even realise yet that I know but am withholding. May I have just a little more squirm please?

I promise to tell tomorrow.

Oh, you're all going to feel so let down.

You do realise, of course, that this simple explanation is just a cover story for what really happened.

Heck you'll probably think those stones are cute, maybe even bring a few inside, decorate the living room. All will be fine ... for a while ... until ... it ... begins ...

Sandy for the love of gawd please tell us!!!


PLEASE!

I need this in my insignificant little life so I don't just chuck it all in!

tell us! Please tell us!!!

No matter how 'banal' you think it is - it might have meaning for someone else!

tell!

:lol:

You're killing us here, sandy!

I like banal. My whole life is banal! I'm thinking of changing my last name to Banal!

Telllllllllllllllllllll!

She said tomorrow. Now you two just keep quiet or you'll get no dessert.

Don't tell Sandy.
Honestly, I mean it.

You know, so there isn't anything spooky or dangerous about it.
But there is no reason we have to know, aside from curiousity.
And why should we be indulged?

Give us some mystery in our lives.
We have precious little these days.

Sorry Sundae, I gave my word, so there's no going back!

Well, she looked at the stone and started smiling, and said she used to go down to the coast and collect buckets full of these stones. She used to paint animals on them - presumably to sell - but her 14 year old daughter (you were right, Burns) painted all the ones with faces. She said she made them into families, with different nationalities, and would play games with the different families of stones. She said there had been about 3 buckets full of the faces. She was surprised that I had found them though. I'm guessing this would have been about 30-40 years ago.

What I forgot to ask was how they came to be buried in the bath tub of soil.

I came home and went over to the stones to have another look at them, to see if I could pick out the various families, and... they were all lying face down. Now THAT is weird.

SP this definitely a Stephen King book! Children of the Stone! ;)

What she neglected to mention, of course, is how her 14-year-old daugher tragically drowned in the bathtub!

And afterwards, the little stone families kept moving when no one was looking, and at night you could hear them sliding around on the ground, and a little girl's voice faintly laughing and playing with them, until they got so afraid that they buried the bathtub and all of the stones together in the ground to get away from them.

But they buried all three buckets of the stones with the bathtub, of course. There's no explanation for how so many of the stones got out into your garden, and under your house, and...

OMG I am going to have to put this thread on ignore.

:eyebrow: :eek:

Sounds like a case of pranksterish mates.

Now that truly does click with the whole feeling about them for me!

I forgot to tell you all that I also mentioned to the lady that I had posted it on an internet forum and that it had sparked a lively discussion about possible meanings. To my alarm, she said "oh I'd love to see that! Can you send me the link." Link? Not "can you show it to me" or "is there any way I could see that?" Oh dear. I realised that I had said things she might find appalling (eg about why she had to sell up) even if none of you know her. Not to mention the comments about dead babies.

So I sent her a link to the photo on my Flickr page and pasted in all the safe comments from all of you under it, and said alas she can't see the page as it is for members only. Now I can only hope she doesn't think to do a search for the website and find the IotD page.

And if she does... I'M SORRY! It wasn't meant to hurt or offend!

Oh god. Now you've really done it.


Seriously, I can imagine the stones being used for drainage in the bathtub, and likewise if the bucket had been used as a planter.

Back to the fun .. there's still enough ambiguity about why these stones were painted and buried for us to play with. Clod, that is creepy. I can hear the tinkling music-box.

Nuh-uh. The stones were distributed evenly throughout the entire bathtub, not just on the bottom. And the bucket was a thin plastic, and was full. No way was it a planter.

Sometimes we do hear what seems to be someone saying something, but it's a man's voice. We have no neighbours within hearing distance, so it used to creep us out a bit. Then we discovere one of our two young steers (about 4 months old) was making the sounds, as if he was mimicking one of us. ("Hey, Porterhouse, this is what the man sounds like: moo MOO moo moo moo moo!")

Then we moved the steers to another paddock, and that paddock now has sheep in it. We heard it again. This time it turns out one of the sheep had started doing it. Either our animals have talents or a weird sense of humour.

BTW, we have some WWOOFers staying with us at the moment. Last night one of them, from the Netherlands, said she was once sent a stone with a face carved on one side, together with a sort of chain letter telling her she had to mail it on for good luck, otherwise bad luck blablabla. She didn't bother and kept the stone. So maybe...?

OMG you have a steer with a friend called Porterhouse :lol:

We have two steers, Mr T-Bone and Mr Porterhouse. The last three were Stewie, Rumpy and Wellington. They say you shouldn't give names to animals you plan to eat, but we like all our animals to have names (makes it easier to know which one you're talking about) so we keep the names realistic.;)

Brilliant!

I, too, think there is way more to the story. Keep us posted. If you can. Muahuauahaaaa!

Oh, and my nieces had a couple cows a few years ago (cows meaning the entire cow genre, I don't know from cow/reproductive abilities names) and named them Chip and Lightbulb. But they ate 'em up yum. ;)

I'll have to post more for sure, I visit the site almost everyday and never realized that I hadn't said more, I'm really not quite. Maybe I can find the seashells my little girl painted.

You definitely should, burns!

Fish heads, fish heads, roly poly fish heads!:D

Dude, great movie. Funny how tastes vary.

sandy, was that bathtub the one you were planking on earlier in the year???

Did anybody get this? Raise your hands.

:thumbsup:

I planked a lot earlier in the year when I was in my peak planking condition, but I can't remember planking on a bathtub. Have I perhaps blocked that memory? Even now I find the idea of planking over a lot of hidden faces a bit creepy.

nope, nor me :confused:

I can't tell you until tomorrow.

:lol2:

Touché!

I'm surprised there hasn't been a stoned-off-your-face joke.

Well we got our rocks off.

Too hard for me.

It's really aggregating!

Rock on!

Or Ronnie Lane

I enjoyed A Nod's As Good As A Wink ... To A Blind Horse

Or Mix Jagged

:confused:

Ronnie Wood:

Silly me, of course! We had all the clues, but didn't put them together.

That, and he's a rock star of the top strata with a craggy face, who was stoned a lot, and, um, not that's it for me.

So, we've heard that these stones were *allegedly* painted by a fourteen year old girl.

This does not explain why.

Nor does it explain the manner of their burial. The bathtub thing sounds like a cemetery!

So, this teenage girl, was she ... normal? Was she the sad lonely girl who made these stone because she had no friends? Was she mentally ill? Was she into, maybe satanism, witchcraft, or worse, born-again christianity? Are these her voodoo totems?

In the absence of hard facts (or specific numbers) I think we should just keep making shit up.

:thumb:

(As long as this doesn't up with me having to ask the same woman if her daughter was a friendless nutter with religious issues.)

Did you give her a link to this thread?

Lord, I hope not! The rapture's gonna STING with all those rocks flying around.

HungLikeJesus:

Gaaaaah! I truly do hope she doesn't find this forum.

If you don't tell her she'll probably find out when she does the background check.

background check? for a bee group?

Got an email from the ex-owner today:

What a nice email and great ending to the story !

She sounds like a nice young lady.

Whew!

She sounds like a really cool lady. Thankfully, she took it with good humor.

Thanks ever so much for the fun journey!!:)

What a wonderful discovery and subsequent journey via the Cellar.

Thanks for sharing all this with us, sandy! :)