Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Artichokes (Father & Aunt)

My father (84) and his sister, my Auntie Vi (90), were never close and haven't seen each other in ... twenty-plus years. 
But Vi has been on a road trip with a niece (not me, obviously) and they stopped in on my father yesterday. My cousin sent me proof, below, right.

They are from a family of ten children; below, left, is their mother (25 years old) and her three oldest children (r.i.p.).

Genes really work, eh?

Now that I'm sewing, maybe I will try stitching the pattern on my grandmother's dress, which I've always admired. She was an accomplished seamstress; I imagine she made it herself.

I always say my Sicilian side reminds me of artichokes: 
tough survivors, with tender hearts, if you can get past their outer leather & spikes.

My mother, on the other hand, was like a hot house flower that wilted with any change in conditions.

I'm glad that I have some of her sensitivity but plenty tough skin too.  
Like a . . . baby rhino!

Time for a Baby Rhino of the Day: 

orphaned baby white rhino, Gertjie, trying to copy his best friend’s behaviour, goat Lammie, by hopping & skipping around like a lamb. [more info at Green Planet]


The Crow said...

That is so...precious, for lack of a less cliche word. But, well, it is!

Zhoen said...

Well, a friend will always give it a go, and the other friend will always appreciate the effort.

How dour the figures of the older photo look, especially compared to the more recent siblings. Hard lives, then.

Fresca said...

CROW: The rhino & the goat, or the father & sister. :)
(Both, to me.)

ZHOEN: Yes, my poor grandmother, it's a grim list alright:
childhood immigrant from Sicily (to Milwaukee), 4th-grade education in the US, married against her wishes at 17; no money, an unloving husband, and four kids by the age of twenty-five...

NOT a happy life, though it improved considerably! after WWII, and she lived fairly happily, I think, as a widow for almost thirty years.