Prick Teasing

April 25, 2014

am unfortunately nearing the end of reading the “Cazalet Chronicles”…5 volumes written by Elizabeth Jane Howard….that I totally savor….as she writes so well….

makes me think it is the type of book that should be written about my Aunt Mimi….with her entitled Fabulous life….

her mother “Aunt Mary” I loved more than Aunt Mimi….who was quite spoiled being the only child…

Aunt Mary was a Livingston…her Great Great Uncle or Great Great Grandfather was one of the original signers of the Declaration of Independence…..she had a sister with whom she traveled on camels in Egypt….with their Victorian attire…long skirts and blouses up to the neck..Fabulous picture hats….steamer trunks strapped to the camels ……..there are photographs at Forest Lodge of them…

she was raised…in the old British standard of upstairs and downstairs maids….which persisted until the decade after WWII over….. there and over here……

well maybe before that over here..

after the Great Crash of the Stock Market

…as that is when My Grand Father Matteson lost his bank and my uncle remembers they lost the upstairs maid……….he was lent money later by a dear friend whom he paid back…but they never were able to recover the Upstairs maid……(sigh)

The Cazalet Chronicles takes you through several generations of that British family….from WWI to WWII and past it….

a period my parents traveled through….a period I identify with..

Mom talked about how she and Aunt Mimi were in Berlin in the 30’s…(back when women did NOT wear pants…their skirts had to reach way below their knees)

they were quite unintentionally romantic now that I look back…..

I think of Audrey Hepburn in all of her movies back in that Falling Leaves period………….

chaperoned by Mamselle Diebold…and they saw Hitler in his Benz with his goose stepping Nazi’s…were kind of scared…but just thought it was a German thing…………

back then my father..during the war ….caught the Numero 2 in the Gestapo…Ernst Kaltenbrunner ..up in a Mountain hut (“Wildensee Hutte).,… in the Austrian Alps..

after Himmler died he became Number One…this was as the war was ending and after Hitler killed himself Kaltenbrunner became technically the Official Head of Germany …..

his capture of Katlenbrunner is an amazing story….. when I look back on the stories I have been allowed to look in through the smoked glass of My Life……

we hiked up there above the wonderful town of Alt Aussee Austria …. during the summer with Dad….Mom hated hiking…and would Always be the last to come up the mountain….saying a lot of gosh darns under her breath……

the cabin is there…or was…Dad re-enacted how he knocked on the cabin door…how the body guards guttarily asked WHOM he was…he said in his German…a lost hiker…..but eventually told them that they were surrounded by the US Army….Kaltenbrunner and his body guards were trying to escape over the Alps to Italy…

it still Amazes me that he was NOT shot through the door by one of Kaltenbrunner’s guards…

he had hiked up through the thick snows…..with a platoon of men…..he was the ONLY one to approach the cabin and knock on the door….as his platoon stayed way below

my father….who lived Life ALWAYS on the edge… I was never close to

but He had BALLS!!!…….

looking back now i am so glad he WAS my father…as I learned soo much from him

Mom use to talk about the times at Forest Lodge in the winter…when she and Aunt Mimi were college kids…and motored up there for the winters…inviting many friends for a weekend

..the guys were housed in the Guest House and the Girls were over at the Main Lodge….back then they DRESSED…in tuxes – long formal dresses for cocktails and dinner…..and back then they had a at least one chaperone…(sp?)…besides of course dear Aunt Mary…..and all of the servants

Mom said that after dinner.

in that fabulous log Dining Room..with the stuffed owl looking down….the stuffed loon…the Family Crest…the bear skins,,,,,..

(the dining table seated 14 people and was one wonderful LONG piece of wood)

….they would go over to the Great Hall of the Guest House…the ceiling soared two stories….(all of the houses had Full logged walls on the inside and outside and ceilings)…it originally had been a lumber camp way back when…..

one of the games they played was the men would hold a sheet…or blanket and one of the girls in her full evening attire …. would run across the floor to jump into it…and then the men would throw them up…

man!!! entertainment was so different back then..that is Totally gone forever now

..sort of refreshing in this plugged in generation….

Elizabeth Jane writes so well…and it is the period that I most relate to…being a “Boomer”

and now that I think of it..what .were my parent’s generation labelled as now you have Generation XYZ ??? and the Millennials…..ohh before that….. there were the “aughts”……

this all came to mind as I was walking…following a girl on her cell….. with black hair but bits dyed Aqua Marine (a greenish hue) next to two black boys on their skate boards…one with Blonde hair..

to a Fabulous New Restaurant that has not officially opened on Melrose..in the space of my old fave – long gone “Angeli”….it is Valencia/Catalan…. (Spanish)…..makes me think of my wonderful relative and friend Laura……

called “Smoke.Oil.Salt.” owned by Adam Fleischman (Unami founder) and the chef Perfecto Rocker of Lazy Ox fame……

tonight was their second ‘rough’ opening….

the Iberico Ham gazpacho …(first time I have had a Ham “Iberico” gazpacho)..was out of this world..

but I told Fleischman who was EVERYWHERE…which I cannot blame him for…

that the soup should be served NOT in a Glass…but in a small bowl…as otherwise people would not relish it…..it is …how do I say this…like foreplay…prick teasing….you want to prolong it..

and NOT Gulp and have it ALL at once!!!!

(scuzzie “Jeffrey” with a “G”)

2 Responses to “Prick Teasing”

  1. Diana Skrah-Devers said

    So enjoy reading your blogs Robby; thanks for sharing your world with all of us!

  2. susi said

    YOU are the one who should write the book about Aunt Mimi! Seriously…..!

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