Does your first or middle name have any significance (or were you named after another family member)?
Like Cee, who hosts this weekly challenge, I changed my name, around the time that Rod Stewart urged his Maggie May to wake up. I balked at first when people called me Maggie May – I’d quip, “Maggie may, and then again she may not!” But the name stuck. I’m OK with being called Marg, but I hate Marge. Margaret is WAY too formal. So, Maggie may, indeed.
As for significance, I’m only guessing here:
Margaret. For Princess Margaret, perhaps? She and her sister Elizabeth and the rest of the royals were pretty important to my mom.
That is, I assume that they were important. Jean traveled to the UK to take in the coronation in 1953. This was before I was even a twinkle in anyone’s eyes.
Catherine. For my Dad’s sister, maybe? Or perhaps his mother? I met my Aunt Catherine a couple of times. That is, she came to our house when I was a kid and I was aware that she was related to Howard. But that’s about it for the particulars.
I wish I knew. There are SO many details from my childhood, and frankly, from my entire back story that I DO. NOT. KNOW. Seen, but not heard, you understand. By the time I was old enough to know that it was OK to ask, and that I had every right to expect answers to these questions, both of my parents were gone.
Music or silence while working?
Depends on the work. If it’s creative, I cannot have music interfering with the grey matter responsible for task. But for “no-brain” work, tunes are just fine.
If you had a special place for your three most special possessions (not including photos, electronics, people or animals), what would they be?
If there was a fire, (God forbid!) the cats and Reiner would be my first, and probably last consideration. I’m not all that attached to the stuff that has managed to accumulate, in spite of last year’s purge. But, if I had time to save anything else? I’d look on the walls.
I have a soft spot for summer clouds. I love the towering magnificence. When I lived in London, I asked a friend to paint this cloudscape for me.
Light and Sweet is a print that I bought when I visited what is known today as the “Village Silos” in Elmira. I love how the artist captured the play of light. The rustic window sill, the mason jar, and of course the sweeeeet maple syrup all combined to make an image that I couldn’t resist. My mom joined me on that trip. It was one of the last times we spent time together.
Saved best for last. This watercolour illustrates all the things I loved about my last house in London. The garden that was once plain old lawn, the laundry on the line, and my dear old pal, Joey.
The Never List: What are things you know you never will do?
Instead of listing things like bungee jumping, or ski-diving, or mountain climbing in far away places, let me just combine all of my “nevers” in one sentence:
I am most comfortable with both feet planted firmly on the ground. Capiche?
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In response to Cee’s Share Your World
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