Rockport: Baba Yaga was Here!

Posted on by Fredrik Bodin
A children's folk tale, written about 300 years ago, is titled "Baba Yaga." IIt takes place in the Slavic countryside in the vicinity of Russia. I read it in high sxhool and Baba Yaga's magical hut made an impression on me, When the witch wanted to go somewhere the hut sprouted chicken legs and scurried along. The painting of a dog on a doghouse in Rockport reminded me of Baba Yaga and the hut: https://goodmorninggloucester.wordpress.com/2014/03/26/dog-house-rockport/#comments
A children’s folk tale, written about 300 years ago, is titled “Baba Yaga.” It takes place in the Slavic countryside in the vicinity of Russia. I read it in high sxhool and Baba Yaga’s magical hut made an impression on me. When the witch wanted to go somewhere, the hut sprouted chicken legs and scurried along. much to the horror of children.
The painting of a dog on a doghouse in Rockport reminded me of Baba Yaga and her hut: https://goodmorninggloucester.wordpress.com/2014/03/26/dog-house-rockport/#comments
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Fred Bodin is a photographer who owns a gallery on Main Street in downtown Gloucester, MA. The gallery features Fred's land and seascapes, as well as historic images printed from the old negatives.

2 thoughts on “Rockport: Baba Yaga was Here!”

  2. Fred ~ enjoy the mushrooms!

    It is wonderful to have a house with no confinements ~ no walls ~ only a frame of a house ~ where you can imagine yourself as anything you would like to be ~ a magic cottage. My father built a magic cottage for my brothers and me ~ we could be king of the castle or mother to dolls. We turned the magic cottage into fun filled days ~ a stage coach, a jungle, a store. A recurring cottage transformation was a battle ship ~ my brother was the “general” of the “late navy boat” ~ yes, in that game, everything was backward. I can remember my father in laughter watching us. I wish I had the “magic cottage” sign that went over the entry way to that frame of a house my father built ~ that magic cottage ~ that taught us we were not confined by walls of any kind ~ any time ~ any place ~

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