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Home School Life Journal ........... painting by Katie Bergenholtz
"Let us strive to make each moment beautiful."
Saint Francis DeSales

Narnia Play-Spaces at Warrior's Path State Park, Kingsport, TN

the wardrobe
She took a step further in -then two or three steps -always expecting to feel woodwork against the tips of her fingers. But she could not feel it.
"This must be a simply enormous wardrobe!" thought Lucy, going still further in and pushing the soft folds o the coats aside to make room for her.
Mr Tumnus' cave home
 They had not gone far before they came to a place where the ground became rough and there were rocks all about and little hills up and little hills down. At the bottom of one small valley Mr.Tumnus turned suddenly aside as if he were going to walk straight into an unusually large rock, but at the last moment Lucy found he was leading her into the entrance of a cave.

the white witch's sledge
The sledge was a fine sight as it came sweeping toward Edmund with the bells jingling and the dwarf cracking his whip and the snow flying up on each side of it.
Mr and Mrs Beaver's home
Just below them a dam had been built across the river, and when they saw it everyone suddenly remembered that of course beavers are always making dams and felt quite sure that Mr. Beaver had made this one. They also noticed that he now had a sort of modest expression on his face -the sort of look people have when you are visiting a garden they've made or reading a story they have written. So it was only common politeness when Susan said, "What a lovely dam!" And Mr. Beaver didn't say "Hush" this time but "Merely a trifle! Merely a trifle! And it isn't really finished!"
the cracked stone table
The rising of he sun had made everything look so different -all colors and shadows were changed -that for a moment they didn't see the important thing. Then they did. The Stone Table was broken into two pieces by a great crack that ran down it from end to end; and there was no Aslan.
the statue coming to life
"Oh, Susan! Look! Look at the lion." 
I expect you've seen someone put a lighted match to a bit of newspaper which is propped up in a grate against an unlit fire. And for a second nothing seems to have happened; and then you notice a tiny streak of flame creeping along the edge of the newspaper. It was like that now. For a second after Aslan had breathed upon him the stone lion looked just the same. Then a tiny streak of gold began to run along his white marble back -then it spread -then the color seemed to lick all over him as the flame licks all over a bit of paper -then, while his hindquarters were still obviously stone, the lion shook his mane and all the heavy stone folds rippled into living hair.
Mr. Tumnus
But the best of all was when Lucy came rushing upstairs shouting out, "Aslan! Aslan! I've found Mr. Tumnus. Oh, do come quick."
A moment later Lucy and the little Faun were holding each other by both hands and dancing round and roud for oy. The little chap was none the worse for having been a statue and was of course very interested in all she had to tell him.

-C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

4 comments:

  1. We love the Narnia series! Coincidentally, we're doing something about it this summer, but we don't have a specific place to visit nearby. The Narnia play-space looks terrific!

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  2. I didn't know there was anything like that in Kingsport. We will be passing through there on our way to WV for a family reunion next week. I'd love to have time to stop there. Thanks for sharing!!!

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  3. Oh man, I wish I'd known about that when I was going through Tennessee, I would have stopped there!

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