Thursday, October 12, 2017

Celebrating Pumpkin Moonshine 

Because of Tasha’s affinity with the 1830’s, Conner Prairie in Noblesville, Indiana was one of her favorite places to visit. Located east of Indianapolis, the village features log cabins, clapboard cottages, a restored inn and other buildings that were transported to the 19th century homestead of William Conner, my ancestor. In her old-fashion frocks, Tasha felt at home as she wandered the narrow streets and visited in the cottages that embraced her time period. On one hilltop stands Conner’s restored two-story brick home that overlooks the White River. Conner was both a trader and a statesman who could afford a grander home than the average settler.
On a mild October afternoon, my husband, John and I drove from our Michigan home down to Conner Prairie. We rolled by fields where brittle cornstalks waved their golden-brown leaves as flocks of Sandhill Cranes flew overhead, trumpeting their eerie cry. At last, we parked our car and slipped through the time warp of Conner Prairie, strolling toward a large barn that had been moved to a location near Conner’s home. The sun’s last rays illuminated the wide boards both as flooring and as siding for the barn. Inside, dozens of people scurried about, hanging streamers, setting up snacks on trestle tables, and storing musical instruments in one corner. Strings of lights twinkled. Every woman was dressed in an 1830’s gown while the gentlemen sported dark broadfall trousers, suspenders, high collared shirts and sometimes a satin waistcoat. Straw hats and bonnets still adorned smiling faces.
“She’ll be here soon,” Beth Mathers said as she hugged me. “Everyone, Tasha should be here in about five minutes.”
The sun painted sky orange and gold when Beth signaled for everyone to shush. We waited in the shadows, for the sound of Tasha’s footsteps. At last, her voice floated through the gloaming, and she appeared in a pale rose gown with a lace pelisse and wearing a large satin bonnet. We clapped and cheered as Tasha entered the barn, wide-eyed and astonished.
“Happy 50th Anniversary,” Beth said. “Fifty years of Pumpkin Moonshine.”
With Tasha as the honored guest, she picked up a plate and urged everyone to partake of the lovely spread of food. Friends clustered around Tasha, offering small gifts to commemorate her publishing successed. She rode in the first wagon ride through the dark village, and then small parties took their turns, rumbling by grazing sheep and oxen. Paul Peabody’s marionettes told stories and referred to Tasha’s days of performing with her creatures. A Conner Prairie interpreter tuned his fiddle and lined everyone up for the Virginia Reel with Tasha as the lead dancer. For a few hours, we explored the past’s entertainment with our beloved author and illustrator whom I was blessed to call a friend.



7 comments:

  1. What grand FUN that must have been!!
    This was such a sweet way to honor Tasha Tudor and her first book! :-)
    Thank you Joan for sharing your memories! This made me smile so wide!! And I love to see your dear photos!
    Many warm blessings, Linnie

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  2. Thank you! It is fun to remember these special moments.

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  3. Thank you, Joan, for another wonderful story! I love to read about your adventures with Tasha and the pictures are a bonus! Joyce M.

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  4. What a wonderful story Joan. I am sure it was a delightful time for y ou and your husband. I love her bonnet and all of your pictures. Thanks so much for sharing. Always look forward to hearing your stories since I never had the pleasure of meeting her!

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