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Fairy Weekend.

This weekend I have thrown my house open to all of the little people in Fairyland. I laid in a good supply of ginger snaps, Ice cream and other goodies that the Fairies like so well. In one room the television is switched on in another a radio, upstairs in the attic is a supply of gramophone records. I was well equipped if the little people wanted to dance. The attic is full with old chests containing dresses and suits well over a hundred years old. Many books and comics were waiting to be read and games were enough to keep them all happy for many hours.

Soon there was a coming and a going. I think that all of the inhabitants of Fairyland were either in the garden or in the house. Suddenly a gramophone screeched to an end there was a loud thump from up in the attic. Running upstairs I saw that a cupboard that had not been moved in years had been pushed over by the happily playing Fairies. To my surprise as the cupboard fell it had torn off the old wallpaper from the wall. A door had been hidden for years behind the cupboard under the wallpaper. Telling the Fairies to keep back from the door I looked for a knob or door handle to open the door. There was no such thing. I pushed the door with my shoulder and a dragging sound was heard as something was pushed away from behind the door.

I finally had the door open wide enough for me to enter. No windows no lights then I struck a match and in the glow from its light I saw that a few very thick round candles were on a shelf. Lighting the candles I looked around the room. A mattress with a pillow and a blanket were in one corner. A wide shelf was fixed to the wall behind the door. A small chest was what I had pushed away by opening the door. Opening the chest I saw some very old faded yellow letters. A few coins and a necklace of some beads that I did not recognise. Lifting one of the candles nearer to the chest the necklace beads began to glow giving off a greenish light.

One of the Fairies that had entered the room with me suddenly cried out in fear, “Saint Anselm’s Fire.” All of the Fairies left the house it was as if I had been alone all the time except that the television and the radio were loudly making a noise that I ran quickly to turn off both the television and the radio. Taking the beads in a silken cloth I went to ask Her Majesty what it was that had caused the Fairies to be so afraid on seeing the green glow given off by the beads.

Her Majesty told me this story one of my ancestors. He was a sailor it was his duty high up in the ship’s crow’s nest to watch out for signs of storms and Pirates. The ship was struck by an electric fire that played around the masts and rigging of the ship. My ancestor was fascinated by this wonderful light and caught it in the necklace that he wore around his neck. The necklace he had bought in a foreign port for his wife. The light ran to the necklace and glowed softly. The sailor placed the necklace in his small ship’s trunk and took it home to his wife.

The fire or Saint Anselms fire attacked a group of Fairies with its green light. Since then the saying has been going around Fairyland to beware of the Saint Anselms Fire. Although none of the Fairies living today had ever seen the necklace with its strange glowing green light all had a great respect for its powers of destruction. My ancestor on seeing the damage that his necklace caused decided to lock it away in the secret Priests holes of which there are two in my old house on the Heath at Dartford. If I had not opened my old house to the Fairies the cupboard would not have fallen and the door to the priests hole would have remained a secret for much longer. The gems are not emeralds but something similar. Bern