Better Than Dead

Some of you may even have read the disclaimer I run at the bottom of all my Random Quotes of the Day:

The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. However, sometimes they do reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

A few of you may have even wondered who these Cottingley Fairies were who sometimes have obstreperous views. Well, one of my favorite history blogs, Beachcombing’s Bizarre History Blog, (endlessly entertaining!) posted a blog entry on them today. Dr. Beachcombing does a more extensive and entertaining write up then I will attempt here and I urge you to take a look. It’s a fascinating story about belief and the will to believe, of lies and being trapped in defense of lies, of the unintended consequences that can erupt spore-like from even the most casual of actions.

Basically, two girls named Frances Griffith and Elsie Wright came home one day in 1917 and told their parents that they’d seen fairies down by the brook near their village of Cottingley in Yorkshire. Their parents mocked them, and it made them mad, so they set about coming up with photographic proof that they had indeed seen fairies. They were so determined to come up with this proof that they cut out pictures of fairies from Edwardian books, mounted them on cardboard, and artfully arranged them in the foliage near the brook so they could interact with them. Everyone was amazed. The local theosophists got ahold of the story and ran with it, then the spiritualists, then (and this is what really condemned the girls to a life of lying) the great spiritualist himself, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, who went so far as to write a book on the subject.

Do I believe in fairies?

Certainly not in cardboard cut out ones. A modern eye isn’t as easily fooled, I don’t think, as Edwardians. (But that could just be early 21st century hubris talking.)

Do I believe Frances and Elsie saw fairies that first day and that childish righteous indignation at being mocked for the truth led them to a twisted path of lies?

I believe that anything is possible, especially lies hiding a truth, and truths hiding a lie. I believe in the will to believe and the will to persuade. I believe that things unseen are not so easily reproduced upon command and the temptation to give nature a helping hand is sometimes overwhelming. I believe that is almost as tricksy an answer as the Cottingley Fairies themselves who, as I’ve said, are often obstreperous and contrary creatures.