Elvis has left the building.... Maybe

If you go back in time on this blog,  There is a post about something called "Triangle Island."  Triangle Island was a quilt along run by Captain Dick of Treadle On, when Treadle On was still Treadle On.

Two posts are here http://claraspet.blogspot.com/2009/11/triangle-island.html  and http://claraspet.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-off-island.html

(Great Howe, the link to the TO site in the post still works!!!)

Then there was the mystery quilt, Survivor - Rectangle Island from 2009.  For that one, you will have to visit Internet Archive. 

But I'm sorry to report, folks, Elvis has left the building.... maybe. 

The man, the mystery, the slightly goofy Captain Dick hasn't been around much due to advancing age.  Recently, he made a comeback until the Bobbits forced him into a semi-exile.  Then came the injury with a table saw -- and his internet presence is gone now.  All that remains are the memories of the good times and rumors of the Evil Twin -- not the one that looks like Tom Selleck -- and dremls -- dragons --- bears -- remember Romance in the Afternoon (aka Lust in the Rust)?   The soap opera of sewing machines.... that went where no one dared go.  

But folks, this isn't like when I was 15 and had to walk away from my cats and home, go live in town and work in a nursing home kitchen.  (Yes, at 15.)  Treadleonia -- the mythical land some want to forget -- can still live on in us.   Shame on us, those of us left, if we let Olde Treadleonia die.

Like Vincent Starrett wrote in his poem 221B: 

Here dwell together still two men of note

Who never lived and so can never die:

How very near they seem, yet how remote

That age before the world went all awry.

But still the game’s afoot for those with ears

Attuned to catch the distant view-halloo:

England is England yet, for all our fears–

Only those things the heart believes are true.

A yellow fog swirls past the window-pane

As night descends upon this fabled street:

A lonely hansom splashes through the rain,

The ghostly gas lamps fail at twenty feet.

Here, though the world explode, these two survive,

And it is always eighteen ninety-five.

Olde Treadleonia is still west of Inspiration and north of Reality.  It never existed and so cannot die.

LONG LIVE TREADLEONIA!!!!!

Links to the old days:

https://web.archive.org/web/*/www.dickwightman.com

https://web.archive.org/web/*/www.treadleon.net

Note 1:  I wrote a research paper on Sherlock Holmes in 1994.  Pre-internet days meant I had to pay research services because all my newspaper articles were from the 1910s-20s.  There is serious research out there about a man who never lived.

Note 2: Bobbits.  In the spirit of Captain Dick, I created them while recording the latest saga..... maybe I'll get brave and post it some day.  I will mention that I moonlight as a writer for The Underground Richmond Press News (URP News, cf. Foxtrot strip August 6, 1997.)

Note 3:  I've still got it.  Treadleonia AND Sherlock Holmes AND Foxtrot references in one post.  That one's for you, Bill Amend.