Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Genes

Craziness and eccentricity is something I embrace with the openest of hearts. So I am delighted to hear, from my aunt today, this:

The laughter and cheerfulness is an inheritance of your greatgrandfather Oscar Horn. He usually looked very sophisticated, with a stiff collar, but at formal dinner tables he could disappear and return with a carefully arranged string of sausages around his neck.

I am extra delighted coz I always knew the maternal side of my family is completely barmy but this. Ah, it makes my heart swell with pride.

There is hope for me yet.

13 comments:

Mud in the City said...

Barminess is to be much encouraged! My great grandfather lost a leg and had it ceremonially buried under the 18th hole of his golf course. He also used to flag down the train (in his pyjamas) to get a lift into town to buy the newspaper. A strongly nutty inheritance I feel!

Miranda said...

Ha! Fabulous! Love it.

Val said...

what can i say.... its all good :-)
by the way were they cooked or raw ones?? its the greatest gift of all to make people smile

tam said...

Oh my oh my this is fantastic? why didn't she tell us this one earlier?
may it not be diluted.

fush and chips said...
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fush and chips said...

Your easy laugh is one of the things I remember about you most. Like a hyena on helium being machine-gunned with a tommy gun. I miss it.

Hope cold's all better.

Miranda said...

Val - yes i wonder. I shall have to find out. And get more stories from her...

Tam - I KNOW! Who'da thought. See above. May it not be diluted, in fact may it be distilled...

Tim - you have it down pat. hah hah. Yes, hard to forget, I s'pose

tam said...

That is in fact the most accurate description of your laugh I've come across. Well, as it was at that time. Its mellower now, and sound less like an alarm call.

http://reluctantmemsahib.wordpress.com said...

completely wonderful. what a treasure.

Miss Understood said...

I love your aunt already and I've never even met her!

Reya Mellicker said...

My mother used to get in a mood, every now and then, to paint murals directly on the walls of the house in which I grew up. In suburban midwest U.S. during the early 60's, this was really not cool at all. She also painted an orange dayglo peace sign in our front picture window in 1968, just in case the neighbors couldn't fully understand what a family of weirdoes we were.

Ya'll are my kind of people.

Angela said...

Here is your aunt Geli, Miranda and Tammy (same aunt). Yes, there were more stories, but I can`t ask Mutti anymore. But I remember Onkel G√ľnter (do you?), his son, who liked a drink or two at weddings or funerals (in his normal life he was a correct surveyer). His family always watched him with apprehension until the moment he got up to begin a speech. Everyone loved his absurd speeches, but his wife literally tried to drag him off his place, and when he was in horizontals, he clutched to the table, continuing with his speech...I remember one was about a pram race he had won...
Oh, the sausages were from the kettle, ready to be served.
I must send you a picture! Have them somewhere.

Janelle said...

well. there you have it eh? love love xx j