Come, let us stroll with the cat.
Come, let us stroll with the cat.
You see before you a painting exhibited by Henry Fuseli at the Royal Academy in 1783. Stylistically it is typical, to some extent, of what you would expect of the late 18th century.The subject makes it unique. Convention dictated known…
Many may know of the Grandmother that carries her “secret” recipe to the grave leaving the surviving family yearning for that dish which recalls home and family.My Grandmother was no different.In the rural environs of North Florida resided my Grandmother’s…
Desperately, some losing hope, some putting up a fight for all their spirits could muster, they clung to the flotsam – the debris from the remaining bits and pieces that would stay afloat. Many had already perished horrifically in the…
My Grandfather died in 1959, and as I wasn’t born until 1967, I never knew him.I knew his legacy, and I grew up surrounded by many of his friends who acted in the grandfather role for me.One of his best…
Towards the end of the 18th century, men’s fashion was recognizable as a suit consisting of coat, waistcoat, and trousers(knee breeches at that time). Much like today’s atrocity in fashion, the trousers were tightly fitted and our featured gentleman found…
Upon this lugubrious cessation of the year, the Cat prepares to enter the new temporal catalog with a salutation to the departed: “Orphan Hours, the Year is dead,Come and sigh, come and weep!Merry Hours, smile instead,For the Year is but…
“The crowd is his domain, just as the air is the avian’s, and the water of the piscean. His fervour and his profession is to meld with the crowd. For the consummate idler, for the impassioned observer it becomes an…