The tradition surrounding garden gnomes was that they needed to be stolen. Not exactly stolen, more moved… A garden gnome should mysteriously shift position or place overnight. There should be no inkling as to the person responsible for such a deed.
Sometimes a kidnapped letter would be sent to the owner: We have your gnome. Sometimes the note was accompanied by a hint of how to get the gnome back.
Merle had three garden gnomes. She had placed them over the years in her front garden. From there they could be seen from the road side. She awaited the appearance of a thief. Being taken and moved would be the fulfilment of a gnome’s dream!
But after seven years not a single gnome had been touched. Her participation in the heavenly gnome undertaking was a comprehensive flop.
Merle tossed her gnomes in the waste bin and went to the garden centre. She bought a couple of flamingos; those pink plastic things with the long legs. At least the flamingos wouldn’t create any needless expectation.
On the first night in the front garden, they went missing.
To listen to the story being read click HERE!
When we bought our first house, there were pink flamingoes on the front lawn….definitely considered tacky. So we gave them to the Community Theatre Prop Department. Ten years later pink flamingoes began appearing in some of the affluent suburbs—considered so uncool they were suddenly cool! Maybe Merle’s robbery happened during the interim when they were nearly impossible to find in the stores. Today they are an American “icon”.
Now if I could just remember where we buried the statue of St. Joseph upside down, to intercede for us when we put that house up for sale….
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Oh such ancient traditions! My mother used to sneak medallions of the Sacred Heart into a house’s nooks and cracks if they were going to bid on that house in an auction!
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I enjoyed the tradition of gnome moving – it was fun to see where they turned up. These days it’s all serious vandalism or nothing ………….. The only fun thing I’ve heard about is when the student wags pick up a parked [small] car in the middle of the night and turn it 90 degrees in it’s parking place. [I wish I knew how to make the degree sign on my keyboard.] Now that exhibits intelligent humour!
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I remember a group of high school students carrying a teacher’s small car and hiding it on the stage in the school’s assembly hall!
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🙂
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We don’t have gnomes in Greece – but when I was a child we spent a week in a village in Switzerland one summer and my favourite occupation was going around the village to see everyone’s gnomes…
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I have never had a gnome, but my mother had one for years that she repainted several times!
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I think it’s the kind of kitschy thing you appreciate more the older you get. Or if you’re a kid, of course!
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They were birds. They flew the coop.
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They legged it.
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There is quite a bit of kidnapping flamingos for ransom in my neighborhood. Nobody has gnomes, though I’ve heard of them moving from one yard to another in other neighborhoods.
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I believe that flamingos get kidnapped; but I suspect that gnomes often move themselves! I’m fascinated at how “wide” the tradition is!
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Yes, wherever there are gnomes, they roams…
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😀
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You would love “Amelie” a French film where gnomes play a kind of important role
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I shall see if I can download it (with subtitles!)
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You may be able to, or alternatively, you may get it at a video store. It was very, very popular in New Zealand.
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I shall try it over the winter, thanks!
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The g-nawing question is: do you say g-nome or nome? Or is it like g-nu?
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My cousins live at Ngongataha, and a sister lives at Ngahere, and I used to live near Ongaonga – so, as one living upside down, down under, they are strictly speaking Ngomes and Flamignos.
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I’d thought the gnomes would make their way back into the garden to take the place of the flamingoes…
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They’re incompatible.
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Great twist, Bruce. How, I wonder, did Merle acquire her gnomes in the first place?
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I don’t gno how she got her gnomes!
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gnot gnicked?
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😀
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Ha! My next door neighbor is seemingly obsessed with garden statuary. He has flamingos, frogs, fish, gnomes, etc. One night the police knocked on his door because they had picked up a couple teenagers who’d been stealing yard decorations. The thieves had admitted they’d hit my neighbor’s yard and the police needed him to identify which ones were his from the full mini-van worth of the stuff they’d collected. It was all his. Every. Single. One.
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Don’t say I said, but it will give your sons something to practise their air gun on when they’re older??
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I’m definitely blaming you when I have to bail them out of jail.
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I think the gnome sneaked out of the bin and got rid of them – usurped after all those years by a couple of flashy birds!
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I never thought of such craftiness. You are probably right!
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Because the gnomes stole them!
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Andrea above suspected a similar thing – so it must be true!
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