Knopf hier. Geschwind wie der Wind werdet Ihr dann zu Ellens Chronik geleitet. ... Und hier gehts nun zu Ellens Geschichte die sie mir liebenswerterweise hat zukommen lassen. Dank je wel, goede vrouw. Somewhere in the Eifel, April 23, 2021 Dear Allisande, I'd like to tell you a true story about books! A long time ago, a girl lived in a very beautiful little old house. It had a very deep basement in which she kept all her favorite things from her childhood. She had 7 dolls, of whom she still remembers all the names: Babette with her red curls, Loesje with her blonde hair, Anja with black, brush-like hair and half blind, Jeanneke with only one arm, Elsje with long dark hair and one eye, Polly, a baby doll with a sound in her belly and Liesbetje with feet eaten by her young dog. They were all equally dear to her and were waiting until later, when she would have a bigger house where they would get a permanent spot. There was also a chest with her very first books: a large Pinocchio book and ‘My First Reading Book’ plus a very nice little book, named ‘Wim's Dream’. She still remembers all the pictures and still knows some lyrics by heart. The trees had torn bark, held together by large pins. There was a witch in it, and gnomes and she can still smell the pages! In the chest were also notebooks with her own made up stories and the best thing was her herbarium: that was what she was most proud of. Hours of searching for flowers and plants and all the descriptions that came with it: how much she had enjoyed searching and making and browsing through the pages gave a certain peace. She made it at the age of 10. Then … One day she left for a few weeks and when she got home a sad announcement awaited her: there had been a leak and all things had 'drowned'… she rushed to the basement expecting everything to be high and dry, but nothing . The basement was completely empty… Everything had already been thrown away, including her dolls, her books, her herbarium. Of course she was deeply and deeply sad. Why thrown away? She could have dried it, right? After thinking about this loss for almost 50 years, she decided to act: She searched the books in antiquarian booksellers on the internet and found them all... A few years ago, in the castle in Vianden, so dear to you and I, your master taught her even more intricacies of calligraphy and she started looking for wild flowers in 2019. She found more than 300 species and made 3 herbaria with the medicinal effect in calligraphy, thanks to your master Allisande! Maybe also fun for you: here you can read exactly how she made them: https://www.ellenevabrouwers.com/persbericht-1/ Precious childhood memories, once lost, can always be brought back to life ... if you want. Lots of love to you, to Harry and to your Master and Michelle Courtesy of Mrs. Ellen Brouwers. (© Ellen Brouwers, 2021) Isn't that great! No sooner have I received mail from our friend Ralph than the next story arrives.... It was written down by our friend Ellen Brouwers and has to do with a beautiful book that Ellen wrote down completely by hand. If you would like to have a look at the book, press the button here. You will then be taken as swiftly as the wind to Ellen's chronicle. ... And here is Ellen's story (see above) which she kindly sent to me. Dank je wel, goede vrouw. The Lord has rewarded me with art and through art I shall praise his name
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I BID YOU WELCOME GOOD SIRS My name is Alisande
and I appreciate you've dropped by. I'm a limner and scrivener - or as you would put it in your 21st century - an illuminator and scribe. I was born in the year of the Lord 1394. Shortly after my 16th birthday, I suddenly found myself - heaven knows through which mysterious occurrences - in the 21st century. Since then I have been living with a couple who very lovingly and affectionately took me in. Since they are both painters and book illustrators, I can even help them with their work. Information about their art you can find on their websites: In the course of time me and my feline chaperone Harry became rather well known and started to receive a lot of messages from near and far.
It became clear: We needed our own space where we can correspond with all our devoted followers and friends. So Norman - one of my two artist friends - set up this 'Chronicle' for us. Here you can have a chat with me and my rascally mouser. Archives
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