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Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Native Mermaidians

We decided to take a walk through a state park. We didn't get far before realizing the paths were overrun by poison ivy and it wasn't worth the discomfort for the rest of vacation. So, to make the change of plans (Hey Kids, let's do something different while we're at the beach; let's go take a walk on the beach!) more fun, I put on my state park gone wrong turned beach walk pseudo nature docent hat so I could share lots of fun and formerly unknown information with my kids.

We learned that this was an ancient burial grounds of the Native Mermaidians. All of the broken pieces found surrounding the site are remains of shells they used as dishes.

And these items? Well, how do you expect to eat without silverware? The Native Mermaidians were actually a very advanced group of people. They invented the fork. And if, like my children, you want to know why it's plastic, well just look around. Do you see any metal native to this area?

The Sharpie lid was a remnant from one the last of their civilization and an attempt to communicate with whoever or whatever would come after. Unlike the Lost Colony, they didn't want anyone to have to surmise their last days.

The kids thought they had stumped me by asking if this broken Native Mermaidian cup would be worth anything to a museum. Unfortunately, it is not. This was actually just a common cup to the Mermaidian people so a cracked and broken variety is not worth anything at all. However, if they had found one with four simple letters, W-A-W-A, then it would be invaluable whether whole or in pieces. Whole, we could sell it and buy the entire beach. Even in pieces we would be rich. You see, the Native Mermaidians worshipped the water and made it a god. They called him simply, Wawa, and since he was god over all their land (water), his name was in scribed on all their most valuable drinkingware.

I reminded the children that they could not step on or break any seashells because as the legend goes, every time a seashell is broken, a Native Mermaidian loses her fins, similar to a modern version in which an angel gets its wings every time a bell is rung, or something silly like that.

Now this was quite a find. Not one, but two pairs of ancient Native Mermaidian glasses washed up on shore. Again, not very valuable since as everyone knows the Native Mermaidians had very poor eyesight, and it is very common to find glasses that came in on the waves.

The remnants of the burnt out forest which was the beginning of the end of the Native Mermaidians.

And quite possibly my favorite find of the day - some very old yet very rare Native Mermaidian hieroglyphics. Trying to stump my brain on Native Mermaidian trivia, The Good Doctor asked me to translate. I explained that it was a bit long and it's been quite some time since I've found characters in this style so I might be a bit rusty, but I was able to decipher that it was somewhat in poem form, describing a walk on the beach but then only finding one set of footprints only to hear someone say that it was at this point that the poet was carried. You could probably look it up online somewhere as there are some more recent poets who argue over the true authorship of this piece.

Another fun day was had by all.

I read this earlier this morning that in July and August you can go on guided tours of this area. I think I'll apply for a job.

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