Monday, June 12, 2017
Tuesday, June 6, 2017
So, I … a young man who had never bought or owned a Real Painting … had my eyes opened.
So here they are: three for my living room, two for my bedroom, and the remaining three for my big 'investment' flat opposite. Number 3.
Number 3 actually got the prize-winning painting. It just suited that (larger) wall better ... so down with the print (it will be relocated in the loo or somewhere) ...
There, that's the guests taken care of. Now me. Flat 7. Bedroom first. Gleefully take down the psychedelic fishes from above my bed ... I know what's going there! I've known since I saw it on the Internet
Friday, May 19, 2017
But Petra pursued her Hungarian Adolfing and came up with … a wedding certificate for a Miksa Gánsl. It was Max. 1911 Budapest. Terezia Fuchs.
And then a second. 1919. Budapest. Gizella Waldmann.
He was 54 by that stage. And do you know what? I reckon he survived the war and into old age. Because one day, when I was in my twenties, I distinctly heard my grandmother say, à propos of goodness knows what, ‘Oh I must tell Max’. Max, if he were alive, would have been by this stage in his eighties. There was a hush round the room … had nana gone gaga, I thought? I think not. Just a little more garrulous with age (‘of course you have Jewish blood, my husband was a Jew’).
Postscriptum; Well, its not Adolf. Its Miksa again. Ive just found a grave for Giza Miksane Waldmann Gansl 1884-1937 at the Kozma Street Jewish Cemetery, Budapest. I wonder if her husband (who remarried pretty smartly!) is buried there too!
Thursday, May 11, 2017
Now what? Cry for help! And help he came. England and Germany were asleep, but America, Canada, New Zealand and Australia were awake… and buzzing … my facebook positively sizzled with advice and instructions. And my fake kumara was identified as a Hawaiian Sweet Potato. Oh well, too late!
Add onion and garlic and brown (I refuse to say caramelise, who invented that euphemism?). Add four rather ancient looking veggie stock cubes melted in 2 litres of water. And then my two lots of potato ..
Monday, May 1, 2017
Started at 6.15am. Etelka Gerster. German, Italian, French, American ... head's ringing.
Come 3pm. Eyes screen tired. Sun shining. Out the front door
Across the road
Down the path
to dusktime office
Ready for evening session
Hang on. Something's missing
That's better. OK Mrs Gerster. Here we go again. Refreshed and refuelled ...