This small little image is another of the Saxon outfits, except it's much older. It's another of my little treasures. Shoebox find, within a chest in my grandmother's house. Oh yes, she adds that's her, and a friend. After they were confirmed, but before they got married. She thinks she was about sixteen. She married at the old age of seventeen. Okay, I don't consider that old, but some in Transylvania did.
She is what I'm writing about in my upcoming book. Her and her husband and the people who left and died during the Second World War. It's not easy, as often their memories consist of "I don't remember" which really means I can't talk about it right now.
A challenge to be sure, but I don't want the faded photograph to become the only link to my past that I have. In fact many of the family didn't know the sister who died young, at the age of five, and when we put together a genealogy something was missing... until I don't remember gave way to, well there was one more child, a girl but she died young. Of what, well a chocking sickness (otherwise known as diphtheria). More information forthcoming? perhaps.
I'm deep in the middle of velvet trying to recreate the dress of the Saxons for a doll for my girls, and without either pattern or to many colour photos I think I'm doing a fair decent job. It red velvet and the apron is linen. I'm not going to mention how often I've pricked my fingers with pins. It's starting to look good though.
Like my vision of these people.