Archive for December 1st, 2009

Will’s Christmas Bells

amywink December 1st, 2009

For over a year, I have been staring at Jim Dingman’s Lignite Carriage and Bell Company website, trying to decide what bells I wanted to order–saddle chimes? shaft chimes? a full set of bells? and in what style?– but this year, I decided on a set of Heirloom Series bells. Jim designed a set of 21 brass bells, with sizes 8, 6, and 4, to be worn “down”, on Havana brown leather. They arrived the day after Thanksgiving, just in time for Christmas!!! The sound is marvelous and I am trying to figure out how to create a mpg file for this website so everyone can hear the wonderful cheerful sound they make.

This Sunday, we introduced Will to his Christmas present.
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He was Not Sure about this and when I started jingling, well, I think his expression here says it all:
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I left them hanging on the tree as we got ready, jingling occasionally until he no longer lifted his head or stepped back, then we went out our drive, sans bells! After we finished a good long drive, Lisa unhooked Windy, then brought the bells over, walking toward him, jingling a bit, and climbed on the back of the carriage. Will didn’t look up and though he thought we should really be unhooking ourselves, he started off slowly and we took a nice slow walk around the yard, with the bells jingling on the carriage. After he showed no signs of trouble, we trotted a bit. He did listen to those bells, ears back, so I’m not sure he likes the sound that much, but he also put his ears happily forward enough to show he didn’t hate them. So that was a success. We unhitched and unharnessed, and I wore the bells to brush him and feed him treats. We’ll see how long it takes to get him used to his bells.

Perhaps I’ll read him my favorite lines from Robert Frost’s Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.