09 August 2013

text of kin

This is the Paris grave of the magnificent Tartar dancer Rudolf Nureyev, designed as one of the Tartar a.k.a Azerbaijani carpets he collected.  It is in the Russian cemetery, surrounded by the tsarist nobility who got out of  St. Petersburg and MOCKBA c.1917 as the philistine hordes were trashing their treasures. I am buried deep into revolutionary Russia lately, tracing the family of my dear and cultured friend Ariadna*Vladimirovna - and patronymics now have meaning for me. Her second name tells us her father was Vladimir. Actually pre-1917 he was Woldemar Hesse, but Russia loves change. When a Russian maiden married, her surname became her husband's but with 'a' added. Vladimir Davydov's wife would be Natalya Davydova, meaning she is one of them, Davydova also meaning the entire family.
Added to the shifting sea of people's names, post-noble Russia changed all the place names as well, ie: St. Petersburg became Leningrad., and the Bolshie hordes trashed all the noble graves as well. As one website wailed 'the miracle of Russian genealogy, is that it can be done at all'.
My obsession with genealogy (anybody's) may be the result of never really being a part of my own family. I was a satellite of their orbit right from the start.
Just looking for a link to explain the dissociative disorder I definitely have, I found the founder, and do please just shriek at what he considered to be 'a trauma':
"By the late 19th century there was a general acceptance that emotionally traumatic experiences could cause long-term disorders which might display a variety of symptoms. These conversion disorders were found to occur in even the most resilient individuals, but with profound effect in someone with emotional instability like Louis VivĂ© (b.1863) who suffered a traumatic experience as a 13-year-old when he encountered a viper." 
A viper? Amateur hour Louis, pull yourself together. My viper was a rattlesnake in long grass doing the full rattle. Brushed that off without a sweat. My traumas have all been as 'pure Sandoz' was to any old LSD.

The person to whom I am the next of kin, just loved the open road - well Eastlink and the tollways anyhow.  Aged 90 years and with four speed fines and a collision in the past 2 years, that I know about, his licence to drive has been taken from him, and with it, his will to continue.
Today while wading through the admin of it all (and that will be another post, get your notebooks ready) I discovered this appropriate vehicle for travel to farthest horizons:
My fellow mourners of the smelly, randy legend that was Nureyev would understand.

My next of kin is blissfully and intensively medicated, receiving those who care for him, and I pray he lasts until tomorrow at least, because today is the 7th anniversary of the brutal murder of my sweet Puppy, a six kilo Shih Tzu ripped apart in our own driveway by a bikie's 120 kg English Mastiff, escaped from guarding the meth lab across the road. I know what grief is, and so does everybody who lived in that street that day.
Until I decided to include Puppy, my first thought for this post title was Good grief Charlie Brown.
Here is the Pupster guarding Kitty when she was only months old


  1. You seem angry and bitter, and yet so far as I can see, you have the right. What a gorgeous photo.

  2. Hi CameraFace, thanks for dropping in. not angry and bitter about my idiot father, but I could still kill the people who caused darling Puppy's awful death.

    Here is a laugh for you - go to this link and shreik at the Napster founders forest wedding
    It says he loves forests, and "the couches were strewn with fur pelts" so I guess he doesn't love the little forest critters like I do.
    X X

  3. Puppy looks like they were a good sort and I'm sorry the end came so brutally :( I can imagine the bikies weren't too in their condolences (shall we say?)

    re: Diss. Disorder. Sometimes it's worth just thanking the mind for protecting you the only way it could, even by creating other problems. Those rattlesnakes are total destroyers otherwise...

  4. Death of an animal is always traumatic. Death like Puppy's. AWFUL, AWFUL, AWFUL.

    Love the photo - furry love epitomised.

  5. Dreadful, dreadful sods.
    Many dogs are escape artists, and like young humans, can nick off in the blink of an eye. It's the attitude of other humans which so often sucks.

    Of course you are not talking about the slug - a slug is a slug is a slug.

  6. on behalf of AnnOD, thank you everybody for your kind comments.
    to M, the bikies rushed flowers to her because they did not want her to report it to the cops. and of course she didn't because that wasn't going to bring Puppy back was it?
    However she did have a whisky for medicinal purposes and then trash their house and generally cause havoc in the street (a cul de sac) for days culminating in an attempt to drive her car through the front of their house. Then she gave her car away to prevent a successful repeat, the cops had their dog put down, and AOD moved away.
    Later she found out their replacement dog killed another neighbours cat and then they moved away. For a while, it was a taste of what living in a war zone must be like.

  7. If I remember, my dear, you rendered your garments and ripped your hair out.
    You should have drunk some really good vodka and used the bottles as Molotov cocktails instead of relying on the car.

    I could barely read about the poor grandmother in England who wrestled until exhausted with the mongrel dog who had her grandchild but lost him.

  8. That 'the miracle of Russian genealogy, is that it can be done at all'. chimes with the impossibilty I have in tracing any old family information on my Dad's rural East Poland family Roots...It's just impossible (even with all those Polish American websites)hey-hoy.....p.s. I want a coffin in chrome& tail-fins!

  9. yes Tony - the relentless online americans pursuing their roots would be a blessing if it didn't mean hours of trawling. oDyne is lucky she is tracing a noble family, except that the Bolshies in 1917 trashed their life and Ariadna's mother went from the School For Noble Maidens, to impersonating a boy and being a batman in the cavalry. The father just disappeared. siberia or shot.
    Maybe we need another revolution and some oligarchs shot today for the crime of having Too Much money, as it surely is, UNLESS it is accompanied by diligent philanthropy. Gates got it right, but many others have not.

  10. I remember when you told us about what happened to your lovely doggie - it was a shocking thing...

  11. Yes, I too am shocked but not surprised about the terrible incident that took your beloved dog away. We don't take our Cavalier King Charles Spaniels for walks anymore because of the preponderance of dangerous dogs just wandering around.

  12. For The Lord and I, you ARE very much a member of our family! Much love,

  13. Bloody hell Ann, how awful for you! Such a trauma. Losing my Lily last year was excruciating and continues so, but to lose your little fluffy thing like that...... xxx

  14. Robyn I was genuinely physically sick when I read about Lily. Sorry to say it lasts for years. Every creature deserves at the least A Good Death. There are bad vets and bad doctors just as there are shonky builders.
    Enormous empathy to you and a virtual hug. x x