Bell Traditions- Dunnellon, FL

Carla, Dunnellon, FL

“Growing up on 6 1/2 acres on the riverfront in Florida, we spent our summers in and by the water.  We hated to go inside because we were always having too much fun chasing fiddler crabs or taking a leaky rowboat equipped with Maxwell House coffee cans. While one would bail, the others would row to an island and we hunted for ‘treasures’. If the mosquitoes didn’t chase us indoors before supper, my mother would ring a large bell attached to a rope (It was really a fire alarm bell).  We could hear that bell instantly, whereas we couldn’t hear our mother shouting for us to come home. To this day, I still have a penchant for bells and have collected quite a few.  My favorite bell is one we purchased at an antique store. It’s a large brass bell attached to a huge leather belt that was formally worn by a cow in Germany.”