The Tale of Bluebeard LbNA #15851 (ARCHIVED)
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Add Location| Owner: | Adoptable |
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| Plant date: | Jun 16, 2005 |
| Location: | |
| City: | West Olive |
| County: | Ottawa |
| State: | Michigan |
| Boxes: | 4 |
| Found by: | Not yet found! |
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| Last found: | N/A |
| Status: | aa |
| Last edited: | Jun 16, 2005 |
Location: Hemlock Crossing offers 239 acres of woods and wetlands along the Pigeon River. There are over six miles of trails for hiking and cross country skiing. The trails meander through bottomland and upland forest, old pine plantations, and along Pigeon River. A pedestrian bridge and numerous overlooks offer scenic views of the river corridor, wetlands, natural springs, and woods. Facilities include two small picnic shelters, a kayak/canoe launch, and over a mile of paved trail.
31 to West Olive, West on Croswell, South on West Olive Road. Turn right into park entrance.
History: Bluebeard made its literary debut in Charles Perrault’s Stories or Tales of Past Times (1697), a collection that placed the narratives of a peasant culture between the covers of a book and turned them into bedtime reading for children.
Warning: This series may not be suitable for some people.
Story: There once was a woman who married a man with a blue beard. After a month of happy marriage the husband, “Bluebeard,” had to leave on a journey. He entrusted his wife with the keys to every room in the house. She was told to enjoy every room and its treasures, except for one.
Plagued by curiosity; the wife opened the forbidden door and found a pool of clotted blood in which were reflected the heads of Bluebeard’s dead wives, hanging from the wall. Horrified, she dropped the key and was unable to remove a tell-tale bloodstain from it. Bluebeard returned home to discover the evidence of his wife’s transgression.
There are many different versions of Bluebeard. Some end happy for the wife; others, unhappily.
Clues:
The Day I met Bluebeard, I was taking an afternoon walk when I noticed a beautiful address plaque. A single number 1 was etched into it.
I headed into a dark area and over a bridge, looking for the 2 Fitcher birds that I heard singing. I paused for a moment at a quaint area with a bench. After my rest, the path wound left. Then, just as it wound to the right, I saw two identical Oak trees on the outside of my path. On the inside of my path, I looked and saw about 30 footsteps into the woods a man with a blue beard! He looked as if he was sitting right in the hollow of a fallen tree stump. I was quite startled at first by his appearance, but I could tell by his nature that he was a gentleman. We walked back to the path and strolled along together for a bit, then headed back the way I had come.
Not long after this we were married and lived quite happily together.
One day Bluebeard told me he had to leave on a journey that would last 4 days. I knew in a marriage, there would be bridges to cross; missing him would be one of them. He took me to the west wing of our home and we talked about the bridges couples must cross. He then took my hand, lifted my chin up high, and led me across the soft carpeted floor. I counted 36 footsteps before we reached our destination. On a high shelf was a large, claw foot box made of beautiful Beech wood. Bluebeard opened the back of the box and pulled out a ring of keys to all the doors in the house.
He told me that I was free to enjoy every room in the house except one. That was forbidden and he warned me of his anger if I disobeyed his wishes.
I walked back to the east wing of the house and went down a hallway to my right and I noticed the floor was planks of fine wood. The hallway was an unusual one that zigged and zagged.
I stopped when the floor planks did and looked at the carpeted floor before me. My curiosity was killing me and I knew that I was close to the forbidden room. I took a deep breath and went on. There was a settee in the hall right next to the door and I sat down. I tried to keep my eyes from looking right at the door, and stared straight ahead at the beautiful painting that hung before me. As I sat, I lifted my hand to wipe my brow; it felt as though it was 190 degrees. I could no longer control myself; I leapt from my spot and rushed to the Oak door and found the keyway. I held the key in my trembling hand, slipped it into the lock, and it turned and opened.
To my horror, through the darkness of the room, I saw hanging from rope three womens’ severed heads! In shock, I dropped the key and it fell into a pool of dried blood on the floor. I picked it up, relocked the door, ran back down the hall, and then went left towards my room where I could try to rest.
I went to the washroom to compose myself and to wash the key that I had dropped into the blood on the floor. 19 times I scrubbed the key and then a 20th time, but no matter how hard or how many times I scrubbed, the blood would not come off.
I paced the house, envisioning Bluebeard’s return. I saw the lane that led up to our house, the two beautiful beech trees on the right of the lane. Near the end of the lane there was a horrible, nearly charred looking tree. I thought about that ugly tree for awhile, wondering if it used to be a pine. My silent thoughts were disrupted by a sound. I heard something to my left: it was Bluebeard!
He came into the room and asked me for the keys. I thought of 125 different lies to tell him, but as I hesitated he became angry. My hands shook as I handed him the ring of keys. He asked how was it that one key had become stained. I could not answer, so he did for me. He said “You entered the forbidden room willingly, and now you will enter it unwillingly and take your place with my other wives.”
He went to a large Oak case and drew out his sword!
Copyright 2005 slestatl/scheherezade
Please do not list on any database or
other clue site. Contact Scheherezade.
31 to West Olive, West on Croswell, South on West Olive Road. Turn right into park entrance.
History: Bluebeard made its literary debut in Charles Perrault’s Stories or Tales of Past Times (1697), a collection that placed the narratives of a peasant culture between the covers of a book and turned them into bedtime reading for children.
Warning: This series may not be suitable for some people.
Story: There once was a woman who married a man with a blue beard. After a month of happy marriage the husband, “Bluebeard,” had to leave on a journey. He entrusted his wife with the keys to every room in the house. She was told to enjoy every room and its treasures, except for one.
Plagued by curiosity; the wife opened the forbidden door and found a pool of clotted blood in which were reflected the heads of Bluebeard’s dead wives, hanging from the wall. Horrified, she dropped the key and was unable to remove a tell-tale bloodstain from it. Bluebeard returned home to discover the evidence of his wife’s transgression.
There are many different versions of Bluebeard. Some end happy for the wife; others, unhappily.
Clues:
The Day I met Bluebeard, I was taking an afternoon walk when I noticed a beautiful address plaque. A single number 1 was etched into it.
I headed into a dark area and over a bridge, looking for the 2 Fitcher birds that I heard singing. I paused for a moment at a quaint area with a bench. After my rest, the path wound left. Then, just as it wound to the right, I saw two identical Oak trees on the outside of my path. On the inside of my path, I looked and saw about 30 footsteps into the woods a man with a blue beard! He looked as if he was sitting right in the hollow of a fallen tree stump. I was quite startled at first by his appearance, but I could tell by his nature that he was a gentleman. We walked back to the path and strolled along together for a bit, then headed back the way I had come.
Not long after this we were married and lived quite happily together.
One day Bluebeard told me he had to leave on a journey that would last 4 days. I knew in a marriage, there would be bridges to cross; missing him would be one of them. He took me to the west wing of our home and we talked about the bridges couples must cross. He then took my hand, lifted my chin up high, and led me across the soft carpeted floor. I counted 36 footsteps before we reached our destination. On a high shelf was a large, claw foot box made of beautiful Beech wood. Bluebeard opened the back of the box and pulled out a ring of keys to all the doors in the house.
He told me that I was free to enjoy every room in the house except one. That was forbidden and he warned me of his anger if I disobeyed his wishes.
I walked back to the east wing of the house and went down a hallway to my right and I noticed the floor was planks of fine wood. The hallway was an unusual one that zigged and zagged.
I stopped when the floor planks did and looked at the carpeted floor before me. My curiosity was killing me and I knew that I was close to the forbidden room. I took a deep breath and went on. There was a settee in the hall right next to the door and I sat down. I tried to keep my eyes from looking right at the door, and stared straight ahead at the beautiful painting that hung before me. As I sat, I lifted my hand to wipe my brow; it felt as though it was 190 degrees. I could no longer control myself; I leapt from my spot and rushed to the Oak door and found the keyway. I held the key in my trembling hand, slipped it into the lock, and it turned and opened.
To my horror, through the darkness of the room, I saw hanging from rope three womens’ severed heads! In shock, I dropped the key and it fell into a pool of dried blood on the floor. I picked it up, relocked the door, ran back down the hall, and then went left towards my room where I could try to rest.
I went to the washroom to compose myself and to wash the key that I had dropped into the blood on the floor. 19 times I scrubbed the key and then a 20th time, but no matter how hard or how many times I scrubbed, the blood would not come off.
I paced the house, envisioning Bluebeard’s return. I saw the lane that led up to our house, the two beautiful beech trees on the right of the lane. Near the end of the lane there was a horrible, nearly charred looking tree. I thought about that ugly tree for awhile, wondering if it used to be a pine. My silent thoughts were disrupted by a sound. I heard something to my left: it was Bluebeard!
He came into the room and asked me for the keys. I thought of 125 different lies to tell him, but as I hesitated he became angry. My hands shook as I handed him the ring of keys. He asked how was it that one key had become stained. I could not answer, so he did for me. He said “You entered the forbidden room willingly, and now you will enter it unwillingly and take your place with my other wives.”
He went to a large Oak case and drew out his sword!
Copyright 2005 slestatl/scheherezade
Please do not list on any database or
other clue site. Contact Scheherezade.