Buried in the Sand.

   Finding a half-buried head while meandering about the hillside is not one that most folks would relish.  It could be most disturbing, to say the least.  I did...and I did what I normally do with my "finds"...I poked it.  Then, my investigation went a bit further and I wound up toting said "head" back to the Little Bayou House with me.  It is a good thing that I am not like "most folks" as life would be horribly dull!

  Down behind the canebrake, there is one small area that is almost like a sandy beach hidden beneath the layers of pine straw.  At times after a hard rain, the "beach" is exposed and anything hidden under it can be easily seen.  To clarify, this sand was washed ashore by Hurricane Katrina, so in all fairness, anything unearthed could have also been in that tidal surge.  But...today, it was a head and I am now in possession of this "gruesome" item and plan to add it to the shelf of curiosities of other Bayou finds.

  Now about that head!  The head is made of porcelain and is about one inch in length from the broken neck to the top of the pate. Although scratched, the facial features are still there which is what attracted my attention, in the first place.  (Hey!  That "rock" has a face!) I am thinking that this (at one time) was part of a lovely antique pincushion doll from the nineteenth century.  As to the origin of the doll, there is no clue as to whether she washed ashore on that same tidal surge that brought the sand or if she belonged to someone that lived here long before my grandpa came into ownership of the property just after the turn of the century or if she was one of the dozen or so that Mom had given to me so many years ago.  (I lost those in a housefire some 40+ years ago.)  If only the little doll could talk...errr....maybe that would not be a good thing, though.  A talking, decapitated doll may be a bit much but...she might be able to provide some answers!  In the meantime, I shall just have to ponder of her life before being buried in the sand.