The Devil Queen

How my wife and I sold our souls to the Queen Anne Victorian we tried to save.

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Location: Crow Mountain, Arkansas, United States

Synopsis: This is a cautionary tale. A seriously disturbed couple find the charming, old ruin of a Queen Anne Victorian in Russellville, Arkansas, and buy it for $1.00. They tore the roof off, cut it in half, and had it moved to some land they owned sixteen miles away because they didn't know any better. Since then, they have hired and fired contractors, had all of their tools stolen, re-wired, re-plumbed, insulated, and essentially rebuilt the entire house. Their only problem is that after four years it still isn't finished. Now they are tired, broke, and wonder what in the hell it is they've done to themselves. And, it's haunted.
(Last updated on April 3, 2008)

Press: Russellville Courier Article - December 2003, HGTV website article, AP story - October 2006, and Victorian Homes Magazine - February 2008 (link coming soon).
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Friday, November 10, 2006

Hands

So, you want hands? Here they are.



I wish I could have gotten them in the same frame, side by side. But, since my wife wasn’t home, this was the best that I could do.

Now, if you find yourself thinking “Dude, um, those look just like two hands; what’s the big deal?,” it won’t hurt my feelings at all. I personally don’t think that my hands are terribly remarkable; however, other people keep telling me otherwise.

Here are two more pieces of trivia about my hands since they’ve become quite the topic of conversation.

1) According to my mother, my hands look nearly identical to my late, great-uncle Parkers’ hands. And, my son seems to have inherited my hands too.
2) My paternal grandfather and his Aunt Jenny (my great-great aunt) were both polydactyl. And, in both cases, the offending digits were removed. Apparently, this was a family secret of sorts. When I was born, my Dad was kind of shaken up by it. He was really nervous about telling his father; his Dad was rather prickly, and he wasn’t sure how he would take it. He was even more shocked when he called him. From what I’ve heard, the conversation went something like this:

Dad: “You have a healthy grandson, but there is something I need to tell you."
Grandpa: “What? Does he have six fingers on his hands?”
Dad (flabbergasted): “Uh. Yes, he does. How did you know?!”
Grandpa (laughing): “I had them too. So did Aunt Jenny. It runs in the family.”
Dad (relieved and shocked): “Oh.”

And, I’m game if anyone one out there wants to hire me as a hand model. The only caveat is you have to pay me enough to hire Kenny to completely finish the house for me. I mean, my modeling career would be over if damaged them working on the Devil Queen.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Maryam in Marrakesh said...

Oh they are very lovely but where is the scar?

Do you have children? If so....well, you know what I was going to ask...

4:22 AM  
Blogger John said...

The scars are very difficult to see; they are on the edge my hand at the base of my pinkie finger. They were snipped off before I was a week old, and they healed quite nicely.

I have a son, but his hands are normal. Skips generations?

8:02 AM  
Blogger Kristin said...

What pretty hands you have! My hands look exactly like my mother's and grandmother's. I've always found it interesting that some part could be duplicated so closely across the generations.

2:20 PM  

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