Wednesday, June 29, 2011

get on the bus

rusty-bus

this bus! this rusty, blown out hippie bus. what happened to it? who abandoned it? why? how old is it? we found it in the middle of nowhere -- or more precisely, next to a trail north of nederland, colorado. i googled it inside out and came up with nothing other than a few pictures and the same questions i had.

i think this bus deserves to have its tale told. want to play? leave your theory or wild concoction of a story here. this sunday evening (july 3) mr. artsyville and i will pick our favorite to win a little package of artsyville love (your choice of 5 mini doodle bookmarks). as my artsygirl says when it comes to story writing, "it can be long, short, fun, serious, tragic... anything you wish." have fun! ♥

24 comments:

cath c said...

my son thinks, 'maybe it spontaneously exploded and the kids didn't have to go to school.'

i'm working on a less explosive tale of his life as a bus.

what a fun idea, thanks!

We Blog Artists said...

This bus has been to space and back...actually to a Martian land called "GAwabna"...it broke down and they didn't have a clue how to fix it...so they dropped it back on Earth...it eveidently caught fire on arrival.

:-)
HUGS
Char.x

Leith said...

"...Squirrel!"

cath c said...

He was a good bus, that Buster. He loved greeting all kinds of people as they got on and off each stop in his little city with a swift shink of his doors, and fsst of his brakes when he was shiny and new and young men still wore swank hats and jackets, and women wore smart gloves, fitted A-line dresses and feathered hats. As he got a little older, he was retired from the city route, and transferred to the school department with a snappy yellow paint job. He loved the laughter of the kids on their way home from school. He always held a few special friends in his memory, Loud Bobby constantly pulling pranks, and later, quiet Mindy, who sat and contemplated the beauty of the window view as they rolled through the seasons. He squeaked a lot more as a school bus.

When he grew a bit rusty and coughed fumes from his exhaust pipe, the school department retired him and sold him to a band of musical gypsies. He travelled across the country to something the musician gypsies kept calling Woodstock. He’d never seen so many people in one place, and smelled such funny fumes or seen so much mud or heard so much music. He thought, they should have been miserable with the weather, but everyone seemed so peaceful and happy. Then early the last morning, a man in red headband played the National Anthem in a way he never heard, no matter how many times he heard it over the PA system of the elementary school. It felt like real freedom.

On the way back across the country, with the musical gypsies, he sputtered out on the way up a big hillside. Being the free spirits they were, the gypsies, they said, “oh well, let’s thumb it” and left him where he still remains.

In the years since, Buster has enjoyed a quiet life, with trees growing up around him, and rabbits, then foxes making nests and having babies in him. The snow falling then melting, leaves and woods changing over decades. As much as he is old an worn out, he is a still good bus, and loves the quiet of the evening under the stars, and the breeze and sunshine through his permanently open windows. He couldn’t have asked for more, even if he wanted to.

The Original Drama Mama said...

"Well, one day the driver was just driving and a person was walking past it and the driver didn't want to hit the person so he turned and hit a tree and it got a little bit damaged and there was some smoke signals. So the driver got out and asked the person why he was walking in front of the bus and the person said he didn't see it. SO the driver got back in his bus and tried to back it out but then bumped into two more trees and the bus got REALLY damaged so the driver got out and went off to get a new car."
- As told to me by Miss A, when I asked her what she thought happened :)

victoria said...

While vacationing the judge and his wife who were tripping on acid and living out their shadow side broke down driving to their remote destionation-not wanting to be found out that they had a dual life-they had to abandon their love nest- take their suitcase of civilian clothes-hitchhike to a motel-sober up- rent a car, and finish their vaction as any other upstanding couple do!

aimee said...

these are fab! ♥ keep 'em coming!

aimee said...

this tale is from my friend deb (she doesn't have a google account or open ID so I'm doing it for her):

"their bong exploded igniting the bus and then they toasted marshmallows and sang kumbaya...."

aimee said...

and this one is from my pal Sooz (no blogger ID):

"Looks like a prop for "Lost" ... !!"

keepingthemistakes said...

The year, 1968. Beth and her friends from the farmlands of Iowa dreamed of going to the west coast and checking out what was going on there. They couldn't wait to leave all the squares in Iowa behind. They bought an old bus, painted flowers and rainbows on it and headed west. They got to Colorado and couldn't believe their eyes, they had never seen mountains before! It was mind-blowing and they had to stop and look at it closer. She and her friends walked off the bus as if in a dream, amazed by the wonderful vistas in every direction, the smell of the pine trees, the colors of the wildflowers. They wandered through the woods, each in a different direction and were seperated from each other. They each, hopefully, found their way back to civilization. Beth is now a corporate banker in Phoenix. Her busmate Sunshine is an art teacher in Denver, and she and Beth reconnected recently on FaceBook. The others have never been heard from again. And the bus. There it sits, rusted out and windowless, on the side of the trail in Colorado, with stories to tell, if only it's walls could talk.

Cindy said...

they couldn't listen to their parents sing the partridge family theme-song one more time -

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1GHYFYqeJw&feature=youtube_gdata_player

missham said...

The tour bus was headed to a ski lodge with a load of 25 skiers waiting to hit the slops. The road was slipper, the bus lost traction and was stuck. So passengers unloaded as the driver got on radio to let the next bus to stop and help. Just as the driver got out of the bus to let the skiers know of the other bus coming.
A high pitched screech came from the bus wheels, and off the road it went. They all stood there frozen by the sight. It must have been several minutes in the silence. No one spoke they just looked at the sight of the bus resting at bottom of hill in the tree line.
Up pulled the other bus, they got on let the others know what had happened.
Later the company deemed the bus worthless to save and for the last 25 years it has sat silently in the tree line.
Until you came upon it. And gave it new life in our stories.

MonaRae said...

It's desperate times........this isn't very fun, creative, or even interesting, but it IS practical. There are many small things (that are metal) that fabricators are making away with. I suspect that parts and pieces went missing over the years, whenever scrap metal was fetching good prices. Each piece of this bus could easily fetch a few beer dollars and fit in a vehicle's boot. Who know's, coulda' even have been the same person, living off the proceeds, for many months/years. lol.

Sharon said...

It is a "Gypsy Wagon" from days past.

It had been painted very deep jeweled tones with red and gold beads hanging in both doors. In the windows hung beautiful dark marroon drapes accented with green, gold and red tie backs. The Gypsy Folk who lived here were happy. In the evenings they would sing and dance around the campfire. During the day, curious folks would come to have their palms/fortunes read in hopes of a better life.

I know because I once lived a very happy, free life in this Gypsy Wagon.

We were free and not bothered by the hassels of "life". Here, we could take deep breaths and live!

Rest now my friend!

susan in seattle said...

This was Ken Kesey's 'other bus' that was used for the Merry Prankster's Last Electric KoolAid Acid Test. They were all so LSD'ed out that they parked it in the woods many years ago and wandered off. In fact, they're all still lost on that mountainside following Wavey Gravey around looking for Ken Kesey's spirit. That's my story and I'm stickin to it.

~Barb~ said...

I haven't thought about Bessie, our psychedelic fun bus, in a long time. That great old gal is what we used to follow the Grateful Dead all over the country back in '79 through '83. You wouldn't believe the amazing good times, the deep conversations, the music played (on the old cassette player and by our motley crew of Deadheads, too.) Those were truly the best 4 years of my life. It was me and my boyfriend, Phil, along with out best friends, Moonbeam (have no idea what her real name was) and Walter. We set up early at each show, opening up Bessie, and using our Coleman stove we cooked up amazing fried rice with bits of chicken and sold it to the other hungry Deadheads. Moonbeam and I also spent time while we were on the road making bracelets and headbands to sell, also. These sales were how we lived during that wonderful 4 years of floating and living and just being free. Bessie never failed to get us where we were going; she was a great old girl...she was our home, home on wheels. But one night on our way to Denver for another great Grateful Dead concert, Bessie spit and sputtered and spit some more...then she died. Just died. Walter and Phil looked her over but she was just such and old girl, fixing her was impossible...so, we packed up our meager belongings then we set her on fire; an effigy of the traveling life with Bessie. We were all heartbroken because with Bessie's demise, we knew that things would never be the same again. And they weren't. We hitchhiked to the Denver concert and after? Phil was ready to head to Seattle, he had heard there was a new sound up there and some cool bands were hitting the airwaves with great tunes, Nirvana and Pearl Jam. Walter & Moonbeam decided it was probably time to settle down and think about living their other dream, opening a pet rescue center. They are now in Memphis, Tenneessee and can be found every weekend roaming Beale street, soaking up the blues from one end to the other...and during the week they are at their home, known as Rescue Ranch. They also have 3 kids...3 great kids. Me? I had a hard time letting go but I have moved on...I'm a fulltime artist and I travel from show to show, still living the gypsy lifestyle, but now I drive a VW Bus to get my art from one place to another...her name is Bessie2.

Leonie said...

It was a toy for a baby giant; one of those "fit the right shape in the right hole" things. When the circle didn't fit in the any of the squares, he got so frustrated he pummeled the little van into the ground, where it burst into flames on impact.

Ashley said...

This bus was a traveling bus. It traveled all over the United States and it took the passengers wherever they dreamed. He traveled from New York to L.A. to Miami and to Houston – he went all over the place! He had extra space for souvenirs and he would stop and let people draw, or take pictures wherever they wanted. This bus ran off the sun instead of gas, so at night, he would stop somewhere quite and allow the passengers to make pallets and sleep under the stars. If there was rain or inclement weather, his seats folded out into beds. For food, the bus had a magic kitchen that would make you whatever you wanted with no wait or hassle and everything was fresh!

oneartistjournal said...

Well, where I come from, buses and vehicles like these are scattered around Jerusalem, on the side of roads, in ditches and down mountains. They tell painful stories of the 1948 war for independence.

My little personal narrative for 'your' bus is that your grandparents, your father who was an artist, parked it there deliberately, he wanted to see how time and weather create a piece of amazing art without any human intervention (other than the placement of the bus itself of course).
Indeed what a gorgeous piece of art it is. I bet you that you his granddaughter could make another 1000 photographs, close ups of little parts of this bus and come up with a fabulous book.
How is that for a story, I'm actually kind of proud of it...LOL
Love that Aimee!
XOXOrly

Kristin Dudish said...

Well, I'd like to think that this bus has had a life much like the tree in Shel Siverstein's "The Giving Tree"...

Maybe it started out as the family van, then as the little boy of the family grew into a teenager he learned to drive and take his road test in it, when it was time to head to college he drove the van there, he and the van saw many adventures (including some pretty rad concerts) together. Eventually the boy and the van grew older and the van no longer ran...

It may appear to people who pass by that this van has been abandoned, but actually...

"The boy who became a man in this van" still visits with children of his own - they climb the rusty shell of a vehicle and use it as a playground while "the boy who became a man in this van" shares stories of his youth with his children...

and they always include this van.

aimee said...

aw geez.... you guys are going to make this hard for me. these are terrific -- so much better than i could have ever invented. we're going to read through these at dinnertime and i'll post the winner in the comments here later.

and by the way my five year old's take on it: "no one buyed it because it was yucky."

aimee said...

OK! These were all so imaginative I couldn't pick a favorite. I had to defer to Random Number Generator to do it. So that makes it Leonie! Thanks everyone for creating these stories -- as each one came in, I pictured it in a movie format and it was so entertaining! I will have to do this again!

Leonie said...

Hurraaaay! I'm so thrilled - now to choose which doodle bookmarks... :)

Thanks so much Aimee!

(and I really enjoyed reading everyone else's stories)

cath c said...

so fun! congratulations, leonie!