Bells are one of those instruments that are both universal and versatile. They are everywhere, from a remote temple in Nepal to a fashionable hotel front desk. We use them for the most sacred purpose of celebrating God's glory in church music to the most mundane activity of keeping track of our cows. In the US, our most iconic bell is the Liberty Bell. You can learn more about our Liberty Bell at http://www.nps.gov/inde/liberty-bell-center.htm The Liberty Bell was first rung on July 8, 1776, from the tower of Independence Hall in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, calling the citizens to come out and hear the first public reading of the United States' Declaration of Independence.
Bells at Cedarmere Farm
I am obsessed with bells (my best friend from college reminded me that this obsession is not new -- it just manifests itself in a different form now!). I buy them whenever I see something interesting. I have bells everywhere at our farm, some out in the garden, some inside the house. All of them had a practical purpose at some point, but they are now mostly decorative in my hands.
The bell below probably came from a church or an old school. I could use this bell to summon my family from their various activities out in the field or woods (I did try, but they ignored my summons - oh well! so there it is, sitting pretty!).
I strung a bunch of old cow bells together and draped them over the handle to my side door so that when one of my children went outside, I would be alerted to their escape (that was many moons ago). Now the bells' soft sounds make me smile whenever someone opens the door.
This birdbath is not only visually soothing, but it also resonates happy sounds when the wind gently passes by while the birds flap their wings joyfully in the water.
This strand of tiny bells (smaller than my fist, and I have a very small fist) is a great find. I can't remember where I got these elaborately-carved heavy-duty bronze bells from. They are now hanging off the rafters of our rustic garden gazebo. They are also at one of the most windy parts of our farm. When the wind blows hard, all these little bells create a warm, gentle, and slow melody. From their sounds and the markings on each bell, I am guessing they originated from an ancient temple (I am totally guessing, don't hold me to it!).
This little bell sounds more like a gong, although it is quite small. The metal is very thick and the clapper is made of the same heavy metal. It's quite elaborately carved, but the details have suffered over the years. I don't know what its original purpose was and where it was made. Because it's quite heavy, the wind can hardly ring it.
This post is dedicated to the memory of Barry. Barry was one of the original creators of the Friday My Town Shoot Out blog. From the comments I've read about Barry, he was dearly loved by a group of 600 or so blog friends. Barry lost his battle to cancer a few years ago. This week's FMTSO theme is bells in memory of Barry because there is a bell outside the hospital where Barry received his chemotherapy that patients would ring in celebration of completing a round of chemotherapy. And when Barry rang his bell, his friends from all over the globe would ring it with him in their own countries. Please go to Friday My Town Shoot Out to read more about Barry.
I am linking to Mosaic Monday because I think bloggers there would be interested in knowing about Barry, too.