Life is so Wonderful…if one adapts and Loves one self (yes I know you hate this kind of talk…..but….it took me a long time….)

 

I just watched a made for Brit TV series…that has only 5 episodes….”London Spy”….

 

It has my Favorite actors…Charlotte Rampling….Jim Broadbent…and the younger Ben Whishsaw….who in real life is Gay and married to the Australian composer Mark Bradshaw…..

 

What I loved about “London Spy” (on Netflix) is that Ben plays a gay man who falls in love with a guy (the same age)…who tells him he is a banker…but later finds out he is a spy…..but what I Love is that being Gay is treated naturally…it is sort of ho- hum….secondary as it Should be of anyone’s sexuality….

 

Their sex scene I could Totally understand….as normally in films it is hard to capture true love making….and wow the bodies these two guys have……it just was so Realistic for me…..

 

much later in the film  “Danny” (Ben Whishaw) talks to Charlotte  How he knew what she  said was not true about her son…(that her son had sex with men and women to satisfy them)

 

as Ben knew he was the First man  for Alex

 

…the pain…the touch…the smell….the excitement….once you experience that

 

You Know!!!

 

The show was on BBC in 2015

 

And when I ended it I watched a doc on Amelia Earhart….someone who always has intrigued me by her mystery…as lets face it today she is more Googled than Charles Lindbergh….

 

And she Must have been Gay…I mean look at that hair for that period…and she did not want to get married….or strapped into a “woman’s” life back then….

 

and What woman back then would have the balls to fly solo across the Pacific..,..(well she did have a navigator)

 

I had  read many years ago that she lived (with her family) in  the house my grandparent owned right after Amelia….825 Fairmount Avenue in St Paul MN

 

And it IS True…they lived there from 1913-1914…born in Atchison Kansas….her father was an Alcoholic … they lived in Des Moines Iowa for a while as he worked for the Rock Island Railroad….a job that he lost due to drinking..so they moved to St Paul and Amelia attended Central High…

 

Her father Edwin…worked in a much more menial position than he had with the Rock Island…. as a clerk for the Great Northern Railroad….

 

Well my grandfather must have either owned the house or bought it after the Earharts moved to Missouri due to his alcoholism once again..

 

…as my Grand worked for the Great Northern Railroad…he was  Secretary/Treasurer …his office was 1313…on the 13th floor (before people became scared of the 13th floor)

 

my mother was born at 825 in 1916

 

…..my Grand  was a very silent man…..never talked or chatted…..sort of like me….I did not Love him as much as I did my grandmother …who encouraged me to write……as she loved my letters to her…when I usually was asking for a Wonderful gift of money……..(sigh)

 

But their house I loved as a child…I would be sent there from DC  in the summer by my parents…they had 4 other siblings to contend with

 

the house was a “Queen Anne”…whatever that means but sounds sorta good….built in 1892 for $7,000 by a Realtor…..

 

It had a front porch that was screened during the summer…in the winter the screens were stored in the basement where the laundry room and coal burning furnace was….it was a Large basement but kinda spookey…..as there were not many lights down there…..and there was No dryer (well they did not exist back then)…. just a washing machine and a wringer you put the laundry through before you hanged it to dry…outside if it was nice otherwise in that spookey basement…..

 

But the house had 3 floors…and what intrigued me was that they had the old  bell system set up in the pantry (like Downton Abbey)…where the help could see what room had rung….there was a box high up that listed the numbers…like my grandfathers room….my grandmother’s room…(I was like shocked that they did not sleep together….and had separate rooms…but back then I realize now women were just to bear children…cook…clean…etc etc) but between my grandfather’s room and my grandmothers there was a common  closet that was a secret way of getting between the rooms so if you wanted to do whatever late at night…you would not disturb the rest of the house by having to go out into the hall to enter the other bedroom….

and there was a bell for my mother’s room….which was across the hall from the others…

 

ohh and there was only one bathroom…at the far end of the hall…tiled in purple…smelling of lavender…my grandmother’s favorite…she use to try to grow lavender plants down on an inside sill of the dining room to disastrous results

 

And under the dining table there was a buzzer that rang a bell in the pantry…tho when I was there the bell system was Not used…as they only had a day maid….

 

Also what I Totally loved was that they had High ceilings…and there were two parlors/living rooms….with doors that slid back into the walls and disappeared….

 

They had one of the first “plate glass” windows that back then was quite big…and overlooked the street…..

 

I will never forget…the maid’s quarters on the 3rd floor…they had the tightest circular stair case that came up from the kitchen…to the 2nd floor (this is the back of the house)…..and from the 2nd floor up you had to climb these ridiculously steep stairs….to the attic….the maids quarters

 

There was a bathroom with one of those old stand alone claw and ball bathtubs (no shower) and the room immediately to the left where the girls slept…

 

when I went up for the first time…I was shown by my dear sister…the maid’s room…..the wall paper strewn with blood…

 

My father had given dear Daidie these chicks for Easter…well guess they had become a nuisance…so he slaughtered them with an axe  up there and their blood was All over the wallpaper….

 

No wonder dear Daidie Never liked that house….as when I was born she was kicked out of the sunshine in the front room and placed in the back  

 

as a I such a Smiling Happy baby in my Front Room bassinet….

 

With my mother and dad oohing and aahing over me…..as Daidie was All  alone in that very dark room at the far back of the house by the radiator that my grand dried her yellow stained girdles on……

 

But I often wondered it they had a chicken dinner that night…………..

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