Sisters

"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." Emily Bronte

So, thirty birthdays were all that were allotted to Charlotte Bronte's kid sister, Emily, born in Yorkshire on the 30th of July, 1818. I'd be willing to bet that about two jillion words have been written about Mr. & Mrs. Bronte's daughters [and their brother]. Outwardly quiet, grievous lives contrasting with their passionate words. Doesn't take much imagination to summon up images of pen scratchings, compressed lips, cold fingers, eyes glinting dark & bright out of shadowy corners. God & I know & now you know as well that I'm too distracted this very moment to wax on about those long-ago lives, except to honor Emily and her sisters. And speaking of sisters, Wolfgang Mozart had one, Maria Anna, whose fingers conjured the liveliest of glittering music from many a harpsichord. If you're reading this, you're seeing what she looked like as a spooky-precocious young musician and you probably know that she and her younger brother were just kids when their dad was hauling them all over Europe. What a piece of work old Leopold M. must have been! Anyway, today's Maria Anna's birthday, too. The Emily Bronte quote above refers to Cathy & Heathcliff, of course, but I could imagine, unhampered by any sort of scholarship & not suggesting anything icky, that Wolfgang & his sister must have shared a powerful bond, having weathered such a childhood together.

It's Henry Ford's birthday, too. Coming up on his 150th in 2013. Did he have a sister?

Don't know.

Don't much care, really....