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So, yesterday, two disparate and unrelated events came together with an odd synergy.
The second was going to a house filk with my Lady. Good music. Some serious, some silly. A couple of notable "Harry Potter" related tunes.
The first was receiving a package in the mail, which contained a book my grandfather had written. The book contains designs and documentation on some traditional Latvian patterns for weaving and stichery that my Lady might like to put on SCA garb.
These two things seem thoroughly unrelated. But the arrival of the book had reminded me of something that I had pretty much forgotten, since my grandfather had died before I was ever born.
My grandfather's given name was "Voldemars".
I feel the sudden urge to check and see if there's a Latvian town who's name deals with swine in any fashion...
[edit: Well, it looks like during the refugee exodus after WWII, my granfather lived near Shweinfurt, Germany for a while...]
The second was going to a house filk with my Lady. Good music. Some serious, some silly. A couple of notable "Harry Potter" related tunes.
The first was receiving a package in the mail, which contained a book my grandfather had written. The book contains designs and documentation on some traditional Latvian patterns for weaving and stichery that my Lady might like to put on SCA garb.
These two things seem thoroughly unrelated. But the arrival of the book had reminded me of something that I had pretty much forgotten, since my grandfather had died before I was ever born.
My grandfather's given name was "Voldemars".
I feel the sudden urge to check and see if there's a Latvian town who's name deals with swine in any fashion...
[edit: Well, it looks like during the refugee exodus after WWII, my granfather lived near Shweinfurt, Germany for a while...]
