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Maud Henon, Weaver Extraordinaire
I had tried very hard to sell a home that had a studio attached,
but I had been unsuccessful. One couple I had been working
with for a long time, bought a different property from another
Realtor who told them I wouldn't mind...
On my birthday, December 2nd, I received a call from a
woman who said her name was Muud, that she had my card
from when I'd shown her home, and would I please come
over and talk to her about listing it.
I could not work out what her name was, and I was terrified
that by mimicking what I thought I heard her say I would say
something offensive. Nevertheless I trekked the path of
mimicking.
We sat at her table and talked in a way that I had never
before been engaged in conversation while listing, or being
interviewed with a view to list.
Maud asked me
who my favorite
writer was, to
which I replied
Victor Hugo. She
then asked me if I
knew who Sartre
was, only it was
really hard to
understand who
she meant because
of her accent. I
replied that Sartre
had said Hugo was
his favorite
author.
And that, I think,
is why she chose
to list with me.
Maud wasn't well and was reading from her well worn
Gastronomique to find things that might enable her to regain
her health. Thereafter she began to bake yams for herself. On
Thanksgiving I took her a plate of turkey and trimmings that I
had made, and we talked.
Maud told me about having lived in her home country of
Belgium during the war and how the worst thing she had ever
seen in her life had been a woman who was hanging from a
church steeple, apparently having been blown up there by an
exploding bomb, and the woman's unborn baby was hanging
from the umbilical cord.
She also told me about her family and how they had been
influential in Belguim.
I will have to go through my boxes of things and see if I find a
book of that sort, produced for a gallery showing. I hope I
can find it because the photo I took of her living room does
not show her tapestry. Only the tiniest sliver of her wonderful
tapestry of geese is visible on the upper left of the image.
I think I will be
able to show
her paintings by
enlarging them
from my photo.
I hope so.
Maud's chair
was totally
amazing to see,
and very heavy.
It looked so
alive, so strong,
so much a part
of the earth.
Maud's chair
seemed as if it
would have had the strength to keep the bad memories away.
I loved Maud's copper pots,
which I should have mentioned
closer to the pictures of them.
Maud said one of them was over
300 years old. I was amazed!
One day she told me to take it home
so I did, and I admired it for
several days before I took it back.
I was afraid she'd think I was
taking it on her.
Much later I realized that she had
given it to me.
cause love for the cook to blossom:
Take four large, whole, yellow onions and place them in an
earthen ware roasting pot, or any roasting pot that is not
particularly large. Salt and pepper the roast and place it on
top of the onions. Put the lid on, hopefully so that it is tight
fitting, place in the oven at 350 degrees and bake for four
hours.
So simple, but so amazingly AMAZINGLY good!!!!
(The love part of it didn't work for me, perhaps because the
man I made it for didn't actually come for dinner. Yes, stood
up. But, sometimes that can turn out to be a blessing.)
Yes, I sold Maud Henon's house for her. She went back to
Belgium where she had complete health care coverage, and
died a few months later. Someone from the home/hospital
called me to tell me.
but I had been unsuccessful. One couple I had been working
with for a long time, bought a different property from another
Realtor who told them I wouldn't mind...
On my birthday, December 2nd, I received a call from a
woman who said her name was Muud, that she had my card
from when I'd shown her home, and would I please come
over and talk to her about listing it.
I could not work out what her name was, and I was terrified
that by mimicking what I thought I heard her say I would say
something offensive. Nevertheless I trekked the path of
mimicking.
- When I arrived
at her home I
saw that it was
the one I had
wanted so
badly to sell,
and I was So
excited and
happy.
Now, I wish I
had taken far
more photos
than I did.
We sat at her table and talked in a way that I had never
before been engaged in conversation while listing, or being
interviewed with a view to list.
Maud asked me
who my favorite
writer was, to
which I replied
Victor Hugo. She
then asked me if I
knew who Sartre
was, only it was
really hard to
understand who
she meant because
of her accent. I
replied that Sartre
had said Hugo was
his favorite
author.
And that, I think,
is why she chose
to list with me.
Maud wasn't well and was reading from her well worn
Gastronomique to find things that might enable her to regain
her health. Thereafter she began to bake yams for herself. On
Thanksgiving I took her a plate of turkey and trimmings that I
had made, and we talked.
Maud told me about having lived in her home country of
Belgium during the war and how the worst thing she had ever
seen in her life had been a woman who was hanging from a
church steeple, apparently having been blown up there by an
exploding bomb, and the woman's unborn baby was hanging
from the umbilical cord.
She also told me about her family and how they had been
influential in Belguim.
- And, she talked
about her
weaving. Maud
explained to me
that her loom
was a
traditional
tapestry loom,
called a Haute
Lisse loom.
Now that I think
about it, I
wonder if she
gave me a book
of her work.
The fact that I
wonder makes
me think that
she may indeed
have done so.
I will have to go through my boxes of things and see if I find a
book of that sort, produced for a gallery showing. I hope I
can find it because the photo I took of her living room does
not show her tapestry. Only the tiniest sliver of her wonderful
tapestry of geese is visible on the upper left of the image.
I think I will be
able to show
her paintings by
enlarging them
from my photo.
I hope so.
Maud's chair
was totally
amazing to see,
and very heavy.
It looked so
alive, so strong,
so much a part
of the earth.
Maud's chair
seemed as if it
would have had the strength to keep the bad memories away.
- I'm sure Maud told me who she had
painted in this work of hers, but sadly I
can't remember.
Neither can I be sure that she said the
man was her husband, but I think that is
what she told me.
I wish so
much that I
had taken
more photos,
or, if I took
more photos,
that I find
them.
I loved Maud's copper pots,
which I should have mentioned
closer to the pictures of them.
Maud said one of them was over
300 years old. I was amazed!
One day she told me to take it home
so I did, and I admired it for
several days before I took it back.
I was afraid she'd think I was
taking it on her.
Much later I realized that she had
given it to me.
- Maud also gave
me a quite
wonderful
recipe for pork
roast. She said
she gave it to a
gay fellow and
told him to use
it to make a
meal for the
man he loved,
and when he
did the man
would fall in
love with him
because it was
that good.
cause love for the cook to blossom:
Take four large, whole, yellow onions and place them in an
earthen ware roasting pot, or any roasting pot that is not
particularly large. Salt and pepper the roast and place it on
top of the onions. Put the lid on, hopefully so that it is tight
fitting, place in the oven at 350 degrees and bake for four
hours.
So simple, but so amazingly AMAZINGLY good!!!!
(The love part of it didn't work for me, perhaps because the
man I made it for didn't actually come for dinner. Yes, stood
up. But, sometimes that can turn out to be a blessing.)
Yes, I sold Maud Henon's house for her. She went back to
Belgium where she had complete health care coverage, and
died a few months later. Someone from the home/hospital
called me to tell me.
