AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

THE MADWOMAN IN THE ATTIC: The Many Faces of Fox

Well, I guess when you lack an ancestry.....you just make one up!

I certainly have!

The Madwoman in the Attic

~Why being crazy is better!

Have fun!   xox

http://collagepirate.blogspot.com/2011/12/madwoman-in-attic-faces-of-fox.html

100 Yuletides

My Mom, who thought to bring me home from Germany, lo' those many years ago.

This will be her 100th Christmas!

Merry Christmas, Mom.  I love you!

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A Blessed Christmas E'en......

I spent my first Christmas in Germany......

I wonder what it was like..............?

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Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is

softer and more beautiful. 

~Norman Vincent Peale

A very Merry Christmas to all my wonderful friends!

love,

Fox, Yellow Dog, Pooter, Darla & Lizzie

Let's Start at the Ver-ry Be-gin-ing....a Very Fine Place to Start.........

My Passport photo

Hey-ho Fellow Travelers!

Given that I have absolutely no idea as to what I'm doing, or how to progress in this endeavor, for that matter, I though that I should start at the very beginning of what I know the beginning to be to set out some of the few tangible items I recall from  my early childhood that relate to Germany.

 And, couldn't you figure it, the very first thing I remember is:  Garb! 


Yes, garb.  (If you know me and/or follow my other blogs you are laughing right now.)  Apparently, the first clothing I was to own (more or less-I'm pretty sure I left the Kinderheim with a diaper and blankie.)  (That's a joke, by the by.  Me new Mum was an avid shopper and I was quite the well dressed lass....up to, and including in years to come, the Mother-Daughter matching dresses from Sears!)  But, from my earliest memories I recall her dragging out the wicker basket of authentic German costuming and telling the story of her flying into Ireland with me, her pockets stuffed with baby bottles and, apparently, her suitcase containing some really cool costumes!

(To digress, my Mum was really into costuming.  Me.  Never herself.  My first Halloween memory is of being Little Red Riding Hood.  Oh, what I would give for that cape now!  And it went on.  Cowgirl, pirate, gypsy, movie star, Indian, Cinderella.....and more.  And costumes weren't just reserved for Halloween.  They were a part of the everyday play-box.  The wee six-shooters were the best!  Cinderella never left home without them!  And a tiny Derringer which, Mum said very primly, a lady carried in her purse.  Good to know.  Uncle Whitey was always good for a game of Bang-Bang You're Dead.  He took a bullet most convincingly.  But then, Uncle Whitey was good for absolutely anything you could dream up, up to and including lighting the wooden match when I wanted to see what happened if you set fire to the gunpowder in the Derringer caps.  But, now I'm really digressing.  And I promise to come back to Uncle Whitey.  He deserves his own blog.  And, quite possibly, sainthood.  I love.  Love.  Love my Uncle Whitey.)

But, back to garb.

To my knowledge, there do not seem to be any existing photos of me in said garb, but it has existed, nonetheless, in that same wicker basket and has dutifully moved with me to every new closet.

I'll share with you today some of what, apparently, was to be a part of my destiny for the rest of my life.  It's no secret that I much prefer the magic of dress.

During my search I turned up the following beauties.  Books my father had set aside for me.  They are now so old yet so wonderfully preserved.  Inside, a few had inscriptions which I will include here.  And, quite intriguingly,  two pressed flowers in one of the books.  Perfectly set.  The remaining detail after 50 years is amazing.  I wish them to last another 50 more.  If anyone can identify them I'd love to know what they are.  My wish is for edelweiss.  And also to know how and why them came to be there.  They have a story.....but clearly they aren't talking..........    Enjoy. 

These flowers have a secret........

 This photo always spoke to me.  It said:  Orphanage.

(Very Dickensian of me, eh?)   ;)

Such sincere thanks to my Readers for agreeing to gypsy travel with me.

~Mimi

ps.

A photo taken of edelweiss taken from the internet.

I think I may be right.  :)

The Ancestral Winds

I'm not sure what it is.

Perhaps it's the Autumnal winds tugging at my soul at a time when the Veils are very thin and the Ancestors try and make themselves heard.

And perhaps it's the Serendipity of having made so many new and wonderful friends and 'sisters' in this past year of my serious blogging.  The Sisterhood of the Goat has gifted me with such strong, female connections that have oft' been missing in my life.

What e'er it might be......I am most grateful.

Since I can't imagine me having a plethora of information to post on my ancestral search I here by open Sea Gypsy to the posts of others so that we might all share in the comfort of the old.

Please take a wee peek at my sister Teresa's lovely post.  She's right:  Treasures are a most wondrous thing to discover!
http://edenhills.wordpress.com/2011/11/02/ancestors-and-antiques/#comment-13040

Love to you all....so very glad to have found you............

Hugs-
~Mimi

BLOOD

I wanted to put these words down before I lost them.  ~Mimi

 Tchalai says: "We have learnt a great deal, in a painful act of balance between maintaining and blending in. Between self respect and survival. Add to this that there remains in our chromosomes the old conviction that, having descended from the stars we shall go back to the stars. No one will ever be able to translate the profound melody of blood and memory. It has to be shared. It cannot be MADE to share."

I like that-"the profound melody of blood and memory."

I thank you for your comments on the last blog post.  I do so love you all.  :)

Worry not, for I am not afraid.  And I'm quite positive that I don't want to meet up with my birth parents, especially in some Jerry Springer/Dr. Phil-style drama.  I care naught for her reasons or his excuses.  Decisions were made and I hold no ill will.  Absolutely none.  And, being the loner and wanderer that I am I have no desire to bring another set of people into my life.  I seek no relationships.  My quest here, is to go back further.  Way back.  To the blood and bone and heart and soul of my heritage.   To know my past.
I just don't feel (and never have) that I am who others say I am.  I want to say:  "My great-great-great grandfather stood here."  For me, it's all about the blood.

How will I do this?   Probably quite passively.  I believe the Universe has a way of taking you exactly where you need to be.  And I'm going to trust in that.  Sometimes the less we do....the more we gain.  But I do know this-it will be a wondrous journey!  Thanks for your willingness to share it with me.

Where do we go from here?  The sky's the limit!  Come fly with me!

xox
~Mimi