After several months of waiting, the German genealogist got back to me. I am trying to determine the parents of my 5th great grandmother, who has an uncommon last name. I would really like to be able to tie her to Ferdinand Christian Touchy, but despite my research on him and his known descendants I can find no connection.
In the meantime, we have had no hospitalizations this past week, and mrguy is feeling much better and I've had time for a little genealogy and other puttering myself. I bought an Ikea shelving unit for the laundry room as a place to store extra cat food, cat litter, Ensure, and canned goods. It feels fantastic to get all of that stuff out of bins on the floor.
Another denizen of the laundry room is Ernst Gottlob's pastel portrait from 1775. I stashed it there until I had time to put it on the wall. I will say that this piece of art found a perfect home here with us. It's kinda ugly. It came up for auction in 2020 and nobody bought it. The fact that an unattractive pastel on vellum survived this long is kinda shocking. And somehow it made it 5,643 miles to our house in the US where an actual descendent of the artist could own and appreciate it. For a song. Did I mention that, inclusive of shipping, this thing cost me about $250?
The other day after my Taskrabbit, Sarkis, left and I had put away many things in the new shelving unit in the laundry room mrguy pointed to the place on the wall in the kitchen den where I'd said I wanted to put it. He guided me in the pastel's placement, and I was way too lazy to get the real ladder from downstairs, so I got it as high as it could go. The goal was to get it high enough so that boy kitten couldn't reach. He immediately wanted to check it out. Hopefully he will not bring it crashing down.
And there it hangs, my mystery man gazing down on me, next to an Okiee Hashimoto print and a Katherine Sherwood.
Next, I have my eye on a portrait of Johnny Mathis.
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