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.All swol'n with chafing down Adonis sits Banning his boist'rous and unruly beast;, Cheeky sod, Our mum she don't wanna know she says 'Cause I'm feelin' twice as older., The very divil of a time
On her travels away from this wild and wondrous place Esme came across the below. It is a letter written from the writer George De Maurier to his mother in March 1862,
I do so wish we had her reply . . .
March 1862.
My dear Mamma,
I have just received your letter which is disgustingly short and disappointing after I’ve been waiting day after day—as if you didn’t owe me a letter—fact is, you don’t care half so much for your firstborn as you used, and I’m not going to stand it Madam. I must have you over here to remind you by the fascination of my manner and the charm of my conversation that you ought to have quite a peculiar pride and affection for me.
Sam Perrot, who is certainly a very handsome gentlemanly young fellow, brought me the lotion; unfortunately, and to my great horror, he came when I was drawing myself as a roman warrior for Once a Week, and I had to hurry out to him in the most elementary state of hurried get-up.
You don’t tell me anything about what kind of food you have now or if you are well etc. I must now leave off writing this letter which you don’t deserve, as I have to be hard at work all the afternoon, and only send this to quiet your anxieties—but depend upon it unless you write me a really long nice letter full of chat and your own ideas on everything as you always do, divil another letter will you get from me.
Love to Aunt G. and Bob, and believe me
Your injured but very affectionate son
K. du Maurier
I’ve got into 2 rooms, as people were beginning to chaff.
esme has never had people chaff her, but if it comes into vogue she may be persuaded to give it a pop.
Here is the original article as found in The Paris Review –
http://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2015/03/06/filial-piety/
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That letter is beautiful, playful and sincere. I should write such a letter to I don’t know who.
How is Esme doing upon the Cloud? She has been missed
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It’s honest, I’ll give you that. Hahahahahaha.
I am ailing a tad mak, and it’s slowing me down some, the troughs and peaks of the troposphere can be hard work for a Cloud Dancer at times. Thank you for asking, I hope you are well?
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Can’t think of a nicer chum with whom to share a cloud – definitely no chaffing, though he does have a tendency to ask VERY HARD questions. Sorry if you are feeling a bit wan, Esme. Hope the forecast sun will cast energising light on your domain.
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Thanking you kindly Tish, the Cloud is a soft place to rest when wan, and I am without doubt a right one. – beams
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Sunlight most gratefully received and appreciated 🙂
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I am well, good friend.
And I hope the monkeys are at hand to help my ailing friend.
Mak wishing Esme well upon the Cloud
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Thank you dear mak, that’s good to hear, the monkeys are typing a novel at present so cause no trouble at all.
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Maybe he was just lucky and didn’t know it. Not to brag or anything, but I hardly ever hear from much of my family. Lol.
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I don’t think his mother was very lucky. Hahahahaha. And I’m sure you can’t move for your kin sir!
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Ha! I tried to slip on by. Should’ve known not to try to fool an Esme!
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I see all.
So make sure you wear clean pants every day.
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I’ve got on my blogging pants today. Remember the story ” The kings new clothes”? Lol
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Ah, so (no ‘le’ there), here you are making an appearance recently in your ‘blogging pants’ Jim.
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That would be me. Keeps the kids out of my office. I do sport a fine cod piece though due to the cold weather effects.
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So they say.
Somewhere to hang you hat eh? falls about
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Haha. More common now to hang a wet beach towel, but yes! I get it. Not it but.. you know what I mean. lol.
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Families! Who’d have ’em?
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You can’t go wrong with a good old family row every now again eh? Scrap that, it should be you can’t go right with ’em!
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Will the world appreciate an archive of texts from my boys to me 100 years from now? I would weep for a handwritten letter.
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Who knows? Mayhaps emails will be looked on as an archaic form of communication one day. I think it very likely actually, once people can read each others minds and all that, but I know what you mean, handwritten pieces are like small pieces of treasure.
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he came when I was drawing myself as a roman warrior for Once a Week
By the great heavenly forces, I MUST know what this is!!!
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Excellent comment Jay Zee, I laugh every time I read it.
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Well, since your blog post is about families, you might want to read this one. I am currently at a hotel about an hour and a half from my home, and was planning to catch the first of three flights to the other side of the world to visit our daughter and family. Due to terrible weather in the middle of Canada, my flight was cancelled. Which means I can’t catch my other one on the other side of the U.S.A. (Bear in mind I’m headed to Australia). I spent an hour and a half on the toll-free number given to me to help get a person out of scrapes such as this, and the kindly young woman offered to send my over there via Heathrow (the down side being that I’d land at my destination after 42 hours).
Which is why travelling is an adventure, I guess! (My daughter will have to explain to the five grandchildren why Nannie will only be 28 hours late – the four-year-old has a difficult time with such things). Ought to be good for a row (pronounced to rhyme with ‘how’ in our neck of the woods) when I get there, eh? 😉
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By the Gods of all sizes they’ll be pleased to see you though after all that! I don’t envy you the journey Carmen. I recall a journey that took nineteen hours from start to finish, including flights and it was very hard work. Good on you for making such a wonderful effort to see your kin.
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Oh my freaking god. What a self-centered little bastard, was he! No thought whatsoever to what might be the reason his mother hasn’t written; no thought to her as a human being enduring heaven knows what in silent circumspection. Just a petulant child, stomping his feet (in his Aries costume, no less) in a fit of pique because Mommy won’t give him what he wants from her. Ahhh, the archetypal forces. Ahhh, the insolence of the ego. Ahhhhhrrrgggghhhhh. Crazy find, esme! ❤ ❤ ❤
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I thought you’d like it Bela, hahahahaha. Some things don’t change, he was a ye olde spoilt brat.
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Dear Son,
Your mother died two years ago. I’m glad you finally took time to get in touch.
Dad
The 1st Day of April, 1862
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Ha! He was dim enough he might fall for it.
Esme waving at Steve upon the Cloud
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A glorious letter, Esme. Loved it. What’s most interesting is I’ve just begun a book about Ada Lovelace, the daughter of Lord Byron and one of the pioneers of modern computing, whose story was nearly lost amidst the paternalistic kerfloffle of history-keeping from which we’re only just recovering. She addressed her mother as “Mammy”, which struck me as odd, but clearly it bears a resemblance to this piece here. I’ve only just begun, but even as a girl she sent her mother letters with glorious descriptions of the family cat and its collection of dead birds in nooks and crannies of the house, even to the point of describing the cat’s bone-crunching snacking beneath her bed, and also of how she was progressing with her education. Undoubtedly she padded this latter quite a bit so as not to disappoint her dear mother, when really instead of her lessons she was out in the garden making mud pies on her mother’s estate while trying to fathom her father’s bankrupted seclusion on the Continent.
The truth is that I interpreted this letter as a bit of loving sport, having observed that on occasion families speak to each other the very same way that commentators do upon the Cloud. With filial reverence for the ribald, and observance of the most extreme forms of good will. A joy it is to participate, as always.
Wishing you well.
Michael
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I so enjoyed this comment Michael, you have a lovely way with words. ‘Mammy’ is usually an Irish term, I know a few grown adults who refer to their mothers as ‘mammy and daddy’, and you may well be right, perhaps it’s all a bit of rollicking fun, that involves gentle piss-taking, some families really are like that , and I’ve no reason to believe such behaviour didn’t occur way back through the ages too. What a nice take on it Michael. Thank you!
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Hi Esme! Thank you for this wonderful morsel. An intriguing interest-piquing piece, that’s what it is. Led me to take a pique at the Du Maurier family tree. I learned that Daphne was George’s granddaughter, that’s what I discovered. That led me to a. Hitchcock connection and startling starlings 🙂 Have a pique at this link for instance:
https://www.wikitree.com/genealogy/du%20Maurier-Family-Tree-1
Really love that family tree!
https://www.flashlyrics.com/lyrics/buddy-knox/lovey-dovey-86
A pique-nique unique?
🙂
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Well now, what a sleuth you are Bill! What’s the Hitchcock link? The poem tickles me, especially this part;
Well, you’re the cutest thing
That I did ever see
Really dig your peaches
Let me shake your tree
Hahahahahaha. Now that’s a love poem!
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I had not known that five Hitchcock films were adaptations of Daphne Du Maurier’s works. From what I’ve learned, Alfred was nearly a member of the Du Maurier family tree.
Imagining him populating that tree with a swarm of anthropophilic dinosauric successors — not the kind of tree you’d want to shake 🙂
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Ooooh I did not add that up at all, of course, I did know, but had lost the memory, thank you for returning it in good order Bill. beams
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A couple kilometers down the road you’ll find a tiny lonely evergreen that has doggedly sprouted through the gravel that separates the highway. A kind soul trimmed its branches with colorful ornaments last December. We’re hopeful that the trimmings reappear with this year’s Yule. If not, Lisa and I plan to continue the tradition 🙂 ❤ 🙂
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