Thursday, December 11, 2008
I am not saying that I was Cleopatra. That seems presumptuous and well, just pushy. But I do think I may have been best friends with her. I lived in New York City when I was a little girl. When I was about five my mother took me to see the mummies. She said I just stared at this one of a ancient princess with my face pressed against the glass and wouldn't move. She later said it was very weird and a little scary. And she knows about kids. My mother was a fourth grade teacher for thirty five years. She said that ever since that day I was fascinated with anything Egyptian. Of course I don't know if that mummy was a friend of Cleo's or if it was her exactly that I was friend's with, or another of the posh queens of Egypt. But I was there. And I know I looked good.
The thing that Ana was hinting at about me and Marie is, not that I was her, but again I think I may have been somewhere close by on the scene. You see the other weird thing (yes, there are many) is that I have always had this thing about my neck. Since I was a child I can't stand anyone touching it. And ever since I saw A Tale of Two Cities with Ronald Colman on the TV as a kid, I have had a dreaded the idea of Madame Guillotine! Of course I know this is not very scientific. I mean what kid says Gee! The guillotine! I'd sure like to try that! But still I have a feeling.
In an effort to be more analytical I went to a psychic. She mentioned nothing about Cleopatra, Marie, France or Egypt. But said yes, I had lived many lives before. The only one that she could see clearly was me as a bright red haired scullery maid. I know! But she did say without knowing about my weird neck phobia was that I had been strangled to death by the Master of the houses son with whom I was having an affair. Well, I don't know what to do with that. First, hello I have red hair, I am Scottish/Irish and if you live outside of Boston that just practically spells servant. I mean the strangling thing is pretty cool, but still. I think someone liked Romance novels too much. Besides, me a servant! Although I to like to polish silver and iron.
One common thread (no pun intended) seemed to be the wardrobe. Love the clothes! As I have said. I cannot get enough. Silks, Tweeds, Linen,Lace. Red kid leather gloves,black cashmere dresses, a camel hair trench coat. Did I mention hats? I look great in hats. These are a few of my favorite things. Heaven. That and jewels. Real, paste, one perfect diamond or ropes of pearls it's all good. Edwardian women knew how to pull it all together better then anyone. Plus they really made being a courtesan a world class job. I mean how big a dope was Mata Hari to screw that deal up. Everyone knows that during times of war you get outta town, nurse the soldiers and sing to the troops till it all dies down. Don't try to be a spy if you don't have the smarts for it.
I know a person must be a good person. Do good works. Be kind. Give alms whenever possible. Be spiritual, look beyond themselves, ask why am I here? Face their fears. Make the world better for those that follow. I just think we should have style while we do it.
Now, I don't know if I was ever a man, but if I was, I was like this guy! He is the coolest! Oh, and I was gay. And I loved him.
In the end I do think life is a circle of some kind. Maybe there is nothing after this but a void. It's just that, that sounds so dull. Maybe there is a better place, a heaven. Or perhaps each persons idea of what heaven would be. Mine would have movie theaters, and great restaurants, where I could have dinner with my friends. My loved ones would of course be there. But, ya know not all the time. And need I say we would all be dressed fabulously. Yes, all the art, all the music! Heaven! Or maybe I'll end up coming back a few more times. In the end I think I have an idea of what I'd like to end up being.
Posted by Beverly Hamilton Wenham at Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
When I was a little girl and I first heard the story of "let them eat cake" I thought what a nice queen Marie must have been. When she heard that her people were starving and were out of bread, she did what any good hostess would do. She offered the best that she had. "Bread, why give them bread,let them eat cake! Heck, I've got tons of the stuff!" Yeah I know. Listen I said I was a little girl at the time. But the truth is that I feel for the woman. Yeah, I know the people of France were treated horribly. I'd say it was practically Dickensian, if it weren't the wrong era and country. Any way it sucked. I know.
Oh, but I do love fashion. Just the idea of being wrapped in yards of lovely silks, and luxurious colors. Hundreds of wonderful covered buttons in a row. Corsets with ribbons, miles of ribbons. And shoes that look good enough to eat!
Yes, I know the peasants can't eat shoes. It's wrong. It can't be justified. I certainly don't have the money to spend on clothes like these. But I confess. I have more then one pair of shoes I couldn't afford at the time. And a fabulous Scarlet (of course) red gown in my closet. And I don't feel a bit guilty. So off with my head if I'm wrong!
Posted by Beverly Hamilton Wenham at Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
...,wait,no headache. Fever gone. Body aches gone. All my toes seem to be accounted for. Am I hungry? Yes! I am. I want Breakfast. Lots of breakfast. I want French toast and beacon. Yes, beacon, who was just talking about beacon? Me? Ana? Yumm. I don't care I want lots of it! Then I want to say Hi to all my Bloggy friends and see what they are up to. But no, maybe a shower first. "Sniff" Yes, Shower first, then Breakfast, then Bloggy friends, then second breakfast. Then nap. Just to be on the safe side. Then perhaps a snack. Oh, I have so much Blogging to make up for. Reruns dinner sounded so nice. Tres magnifigue! I wonder how goes Eva's battle with the religious crazys. And being one with her cravings. Katrin's Blog is so mysterious, what with it all being in German and I can't understand any of it, yet I like it anyway, but I want to understand it and I try to imagine what she is writing about and you know how in German you can write a sentence that can be a paragraph long and that just makes the whole thing more intriguing. Well, of course then there is Ana's drinking problem. See what happens when I take time off to be sick. She goes to hell in a hand basket! I'll have to go over, apply cold water bottles, aspirin,and start watering down her gin again!
Well, The work begins. But first... where is that breakfast!
Posted by Beverly Hamilton Wenham at Sunday, December 07, 2008