Returning last Wednesday from a month-long trip to Europe, we turned into our drive on Elkhorn Road to find no wooden figures waving their usual welcome. Instead, their mangled remains leaned, armless and shattered among broken saplings, skid marks and bits of glass twinkling in the long grass. Of their little dog there was no trace.
In the 15 years of community fun and entertainment that have passed since I made them, our well-loved figures had gone out with a bang, not a whimper. Which, if they had to leave us (and once we had been reassured that no one had been hurt in the accident), seems somehow appropriate.
We would like to thank the kind person who left a wreath beside them. It's nice to know we are not the only ones who will miss that comical pair and their little dog.
R.I.P., Elkhorn Road figures.