Chitter and Chatter spent their spring break at Deer Camp with The Deer Hunter and Papaw Tony. See what Chatter brought back for me—a little heart of stone. She found it where we usually look for crystals in the red Georgia clay.
The first time I remember seeing a heart shaped rock was when the girls were about 8 or 9. We were camping at Rattler’s Ford near Robbinsville, NC. All the kids were playing in the creek with the moms watching from the bank. One mother found the little heart shaped rock above and gave it to Chitter. I’ve written before about how much the girls love rocks. Having the heart rock made Chitter feel like a queen. Of course she waited till we got back to the huge gravel parking-lot to loose it. The first of many times spent re-finding the heart shaped rock. Kinda like Chatter loosing Wilson and Judy.
After Chitter was given the first heart rock it seemed every where we looked we seen other heart rocks. Chatter found the one above in our creek. It has a perfect little heart imprinted on it like someone stamped it with a cookie cutter.
And who could forget the heart rock that resides inside the Three Indian Princesses summer camp at the creek.
One of my favorite hearts of stone isn’t a rock it’s a song. Paul wrote Your Little Heart Of Stone. It has such an infectious tune. It’s one of those songs that gets into your head and goes round and round. Give it a listen and see if you agree.
Hope you liked the song. If you’d like to see more heart shaped rocks check out this Flickr group.
Have you ever seen a little heart of stone?
Tipper
This post was originally published here on the Blind Pig in April of 2010.
I was at mom & stepdad John’s house the other day & my 87 year old stepdad was digging out an old dead stump my mom wanted gone. When we went out to check on his progress, he showed us at least 10 large heart shaped rocks he dug up along with the stump! My mom had no recollection of why she would’ve put them around that plant so many years ago..most likely a pretty decoration of ❤️ rocks she found over the years. They must’ve worked themselves back into the earth. What a fun surprise for both mom & John!
I’ve got a little collection of heart-shaped stones, too. Can’t resist picking them up and bringing them home.
Awe, I love these rocks. The song is so beautiful. Can’t say as I’ve ever heard it before but they do a great job on it as usual.
I don’t have a heart shaped rock ,but I sure did like the song, “Your Little Heart Of Stone,”
You sure are blessed in your family with talent.
Lola
Loved hearing Your Little Heart of Stone and hope it will be on the playlist sometime. Thanks for all the great music!
When the girls start college, I hope they each pick a heart stone to be with them in their new venture. I remember one year, I went to a rock shop and picked out a dozen or so specially polished stones, small, and I glued small eyes on each one. I named each one and gave the meaning of the name. These were my Christmas gifts to my fellow teachers that year. The name was something significant for the teacher I gave it to. Many teachers had a special desk rock.
-kind of like some people: although hard and cold, with a little polish, beautiful colors and a bit of heart appear.
I’ve had a life long love affair with rocks. Sometimes rocks just call my attention and I pick them up and bring them home. I used to piles of rocks around. I finally started a rock bank in my yard so they would all have a home to live in. I am also drawn to bones. Rocks and bones are among the most elemental things in in life and I assume that is why they call me.
The heart shaped rocks are a wonder, indeed. How did they get to be in the shape of a heart?
Tipper,
I love unusual shaped rocks. I found a heart shaped one last summer and thought of your girls.
I have a big pile of rocks that they can go thru and keep any heartshaped ones. There is a favor I ask, is that they need to move them as they go thru them around a flower bed and another row down a walkway!
I know they are very good at making paths with rocks and stones after I re-looked at the pictures of the girls in the creek and those paths!
Thanks Tipper,
PS…sort of related to heritage…There was a big rock in the curve to my Grannys in Marshall. When my Mother and her siblings would walk back up the hill after school, and they saw that big rock bulging out of the side of the road, they knew they were halfway home at least and sometimes would stop, climb and rest on top of that big boulder!
I was told that several cars hit the thing through the years. You know how they just carved the pig trail roads right up to the boulders in NC…LOL
There are some big boulders, behind the court house in Marshall, cabled to help support them lest they fall and “smush” the courthouse! Scary!!
PS..2 Let me know when you want to come to East Tennessee and become a mover of rocks!
Tipper: I loved the heart stone story then and NOW! My ‘heart stone’ in among all the stones that make up my RIVER OF TIME that does NOT flow through the Gardens of Eva!
I have probably told you I will be READING from “Fiddler” at the Folk School on 04-17 at 7:00. I hope you will be able to be there!
I hope your Sunday is sunny and warm!
Eva Nell
I wish I could find a heart shaped stone.
Throwing rocks was always more of a passion of mine, I remember one of the first “BAD” encounters I had as a child of about 2 or 3, after Church one night,, in the parking lot I had already been tossing up and out some rocks my Mother scolded me about throwing rocks and of course I didn’t listen, picked me up a dandy and tossed that bugger up into the dark and stood there waiting for it to come back down, well it did,, right between the eyes,, I carried that scar into my teen years, was always there in the mirror to remind me… Moral of this story is Listen to your Mother. Good job on the song by the way..
Reading your account of the heart-shaped stone reminds me of all the little mementos I saved that my children brought to me when they were young. When I find one stored away in their special place, I am immediately transported back to the days of their childhood and youth and the wonder and joy at their discovering something they wanted to give to their mother. I’ve lived through grandchildren who did the same; and now to see grandchildren grow up and give me great grandchildren. On the rare occasions when these little ones visit and we go exploring in my back yard (or elsewhere), we always find something worth keeping. The aura remains about all “hearts of stone” and other precious objects, and the memories are sweet and poignant. It’s wonderful when it can extend to the third generation of children. Enjoy!
Love the pictures, now I will be on the look out for heart shaped stones.