hello person that might happen to read this,
in the unlikely event that someone is> i have started a new blog at: hzedh.wordpress.com
i am trying to put some of my paintings/drawings/and other work up there (and now i cant turn italics off)
Saturday, 22 August 2009
Monday, 24 September 2007
no more iprimus email
hello everyone.
this is a message to say that i will no longer be using the email
address harryhughes@iprimus.com.au.
from now on my only email is: harryzedhughes@gmail.com
thanks,
Harry
Wednesday, 19 September 2007
Thursday, 28 June 2007
Sheffield-
arived today after a train ride sleeping and reading the Merchant of Venice,
i arived. it was lightly raining . but there were no signs of the floods that were on the news just days before.
and there was Bill, my mums cousin. we went to the car. i was surprised at what a big place Sheffield is, its actually the 4th biggest city in the UK. we drove and we talked about work and travelling etc. the stress and richness of Marrakesh.
(i am now lying on a fold out sofer bed. with a laptop on my knees and a cable tv at my feet. the tv constantly distacting me. flicking between scissor sisters, UK big brother, and the rise and fall of Tony Blair. not the most riveting line up but still distracting. and i'm just feeling to comfortable to turn it off. there is a nice big gap between each sentence where i forget what i have just written.)
ok.. so..
arived today after a train ride sleeping and reading the Merchant of Venice,
i arived. it was lightly raining . but there were no signs of the floods that were on the news just days before.
and there was Bill, my mums cousin. we went to the car. i was surprised at what a big place Sheffield is, its actually the 4th biggest city in the UK. we drove and we talked about work and travelling etc. the stress and richness of Marrakesh.
(i am now lying on a fold out sofer bed. with a laptop on my knees and a cable tv at my feet. the tv constantly distacting me. flicking between scissor sisters, UK big brother, and the rise and fall of Tony Blair. not the most riveting line up but still distracting. and i'm just feeling to comfortable to turn it off. there is a nice big gap between each sentence where i forget what i have just written.)
ok.. so..
Thursday, 21 June 2007
Friday, 15 June 2007
well now it is evening, 7:30. but in the places I've been in Europe (Spain and France) and where i am now (Amsterdam) it gets dark at about 9:30-10:00. so its still very light. but luckily for me my stomach is keeping me informed. it is dinner time.
today i got caught in the rain and my pants were soaked, i then proceeded to walk about the Van Gogh museum to dry myself and by 2 o'clock when i left the sun also came out to help. then i wondered up and down some canals and settled on a bench. some people had pedal boats. at 3ish the kids arrived home from school. they began arming themselves with water pistols. some children had more than on big gun each. they gatherd in gangs and waited for Innocent boats to come underneath the bridges before ambushing them. they were shouting to each other in dutch coordinating their attacks.
today i got caught in the rain and my pants were soaked, i then proceeded to walk about the Van Gogh museum to dry myself and by 2 o'clock when i left the sun also came out to help. then i wondered up and down some canals and settled on a bench. some people had pedal boats. at 3ish the kids arrived home from school. they began arming themselves with water pistols. some children had more than on big gun each. they gatherd in gangs and waited for Innocent boats to come underneath the bridges before ambushing them. they were shouting to each other in dutch coordinating their attacks.
Thursday, 14 June 2007
ahh finaly i have layed my hands on a good computer, here i amin central amsterdam with Jon an old friend of my fathes. but alas it s 2 oclock in the morning so i will be breif, but don't worry i will be back on ths computer i'm sure. unless im to busy adventuring.
so what has been happening lately?
well i will begin by showing this dialogue that my uncle Gerry provided me with at his house in spain:
From: Giselle de Barfleur.
Forgive my English; but I do not know if you are French fluent. I believe you may have a relation - Henri Oeuf, an artist who live in Champignon, a small village between Rue and Berck. I am his housekeeper since 1972, and for many years I put together his history. His grandfather - his mother's grandfather - was Welsh, Roy Hughes. He was a brother to Edward Leslie Hughes. If you related please reply.
From: tididol
Hello Giselle, thank you for your e-mail. My father was Edward Leslie Hughes, so please send me more details.
From: Giselle de Barfleur.
Thank you for reply. It is good I have the right person. Roy Hughes had an affair with a French actress Celeste Luneville, when she is touring England. This affair was not approved to the Hughes family, and so they separated. It was only after Celeste return to Paris in 1932 she discovered she is pregnant. She married a clerk, Gaston Oeuf, and they brought up her daughter, Silvi, as their own. They lived in Vouziers, and didn't have any more children. Silvi married Etienne Oeuf, a carpenter, in 1954. Etienne was a good friend of Andre Durain, the painter. Durain was going to be Etienne's best man, but Durain was killed in a motor accident only days before the wedding.
The death of his friend deeply upset Etienne. He and Silvi had two sons: Andre, born in 1955, and Henri, born in 1959. Etienne very much wanted Andre to be an artist. Andre had great talent, but he argued with his father and objected to being forced to work much hours. One night Andre came to his younger brother, Henri, very nervous, gave him his paints, his clothes and his record collection, and said he was going to Paris. He said he would never speak to his father again. But if Henri wanted to find him, he could meet him at 8 o'clock in the evening of June 8, at Notre Dame. He said that if he didn't make it this year, he would keep going back at that time each year until he saw his brother. Andre implored Henri not to tell their father of this arrangement. Then he left.
The next morning, discovering his son's departure, Etienne was very angry. Henri kept his brother's secret. But his mother was deeply distressed too. She guessed he was concealing something. After many tears, he told her. She told her husband. He made the trip to Paris to find his son. His son, however, didn't turn up. Henri believes that Andre saw him, and stayed away.
That is thirty years ago. Now, both parents are dead. Still Henri has had no word of Andre. He has believed himself to have no relative in the world.
I am using the Internet and traced his family history and can find no relatives living in France, no mention of Andre Oeuf. The only connection is a family of Edward Leslie Hughes and Norah Patricia Swann. It seems from my researches that one son emigrated to Australia, and another went to Africa.
Henri now is making a regular annual pilgrimage to Paris. He visits his "friends"—his favourite sculptures and paintings—and stands before Notre Dame, at 8:00 pm, as a mark of respect for his departed brother, and with a glimmer of hope that perhaps his brother may turn up.
From: tididol
Bon jour, Giselle. What a fascinating story! I have a dim recollection of hearing that my Uncle Roy had an affair with a French girl, but never heard her name and no mention was ever made of a child. I would very much like to meet Henri myself but unfortunately will not be able to call in on this trip back to the UK from Spain where we spend the winters.
However by chance we have one of the Australian family who is travelling around Europe at the moment and is I think planning to be in Paris about the time you mention that Henry makes his pilgrimage. His name is Harry Hughes and he too has artistic aspirations. He has a grandfather who also paints.
From: Giselle de Barfleur.
Thank you for your e-mail. I do not think that Henri would like to meet Harry. He is shy, and his English is poor. But I will make the suggestion to him when he return this evening.
From: Giselle de Barfleur
Hello Gerry. I am pleased to say that Henri is very excited at the prospect of meeting with another cousin – though very distant. Would he like to meet him in Paris at his Notre Dame vigil? They can watch for Andre together for an hour, then go for a meal.
Unfortunately I am shortly leaving to Austria this evening and will not be back until late in June. You should understand that Henri is a little eccentric. He hate machines. He walk everywhere, refuse to fly, or even to be driven. He make his annual visit to Paris on foot. It take him a week to walk there, he stay for three days, and he take a week to walk back. He done it faster, but he say he like to take his time.
I hope you persuade Harry to meet him and look forward to seeing you in the future.
well!!!!! "what would you do if your mother asked you?"*
of course i was very exited and said yes.
then alittle later, and further north in spain, madrid infact i recieved this email from bruce........
The other thing is that I have had a phone call from Gerry, veryexcited. He has tried to call you, but hasn't got through. He asked meto pass this message on:On the way through France, Gelle realised might be going near cousinHenri. They emailed Giselle, who said Henri had been re-united with hisbrother Andre. Andre had seen an ad that Henri had placed in Parisnewspaper.They were together in at a hotel in Roui (?).Gerry and Gelle went and met them there, along with quite a collectionof distinguished gentlemen and elegant ladies.Henri and Andre were both fascinated that you were going to Barcelona.Henri was there in the seventies, when he was your age, and was inspiredby the sculptures.He has booked onto a train to go to Barcelona. It arrives from Paris at8.34 a.m. on May 29.Gerry and Gelle had a great afternoon with the two re-united brothersand their friends, talking of art, philosophy, food, and the horrors ofmodernisation. Henri was very inquisitive about Harry (l'artistjeune!). When Gerry mentioned you and Charity were in Madrid and headedfor Barcelona, Henri's eyes lit up.He LOVES Barcelona. Says it has some of the most beautiful sculpturesin the world. He decided on the spot he would go down to meet you andCharity in Barcelona. He promised to "show Harry the way to look at Gaudi."The landlord of the hotel where Henri was staying, who is very proud tohave such a distinguished guest as Henri Ouef, said it would be hishonour to put Henri on the train.Some of the people at lunch (there were quite a few gathered) expressedsurprise at Henri volunteering to travel by train.Henri said "De l'audace, et encore de l'audace, et toujours del'audace!" He sounds like a great character. I do hope you can meethim off the train. I don't think his feet are too good, and he hasrelaxed his avoidance of artificial transport!Gaston Sands, the landlord, later rang Gerry and said to be sure to tellHarry that Henri would be arriving in Barcelona on May 29, at 8.24 a.m.At Barcelona Franca. He will only be able to stay in Barcelona for a day.Hope you can make it,all the best,Dad.
(for some unkown reson the computer has decided to bunch all the paragraphs from bruce's email into one big paragraph. i realy cant be botherd untangling it now.)
now it is 2:30 and i want to go bicycling around amsterdam tomorow. so i will go to bed and tell more later.
*The Cat In The Hat
so what has been happening lately?
well i will begin by showing this dialogue that my uncle Gerry provided me with at his house in spain:
From: Giselle de Barfleur.
Forgive my English; but I do not know if you are French fluent. I believe you may have a relation - Henri Oeuf, an artist who live in Champignon, a small village between Rue and Berck. I am his housekeeper since 1972, and for many years I put together his history. His grandfather - his mother's grandfather - was Welsh, Roy Hughes. He was a brother to Edward Leslie Hughes. If you related please reply.
From: tididol
Hello Giselle, thank you for your e-mail. My father was Edward Leslie Hughes, so please send me more details.
From: Giselle de Barfleur.
Thank you for reply. It is good I have the right person. Roy Hughes had an affair with a French actress Celeste Luneville, when she is touring England. This affair was not approved to the Hughes family, and so they separated. It was only after Celeste return to Paris in 1932 she discovered she is pregnant. She married a clerk, Gaston Oeuf, and they brought up her daughter, Silvi, as their own. They lived in Vouziers, and didn't have any more children. Silvi married Etienne Oeuf, a carpenter, in 1954. Etienne was a good friend of Andre Durain, the painter. Durain was going to be Etienne's best man, but Durain was killed in a motor accident only days before the wedding.
The death of his friend deeply upset Etienne. He and Silvi had two sons: Andre, born in 1955, and Henri, born in 1959. Etienne very much wanted Andre to be an artist. Andre had great talent, but he argued with his father and objected to being forced to work much hours. One night Andre came to his younger brother, Henri, very nervous, gave him his paints, his clothes and his record collection, and said he was going to Paris. He said he would never speak to his father again. But if Henri wanted to find him, he could meet him at 8 o'clock in the evening of June 8, at Notre Dame. He said that if he didn't make it this year, he would keep going back at that time each year until he saw his brother. Andre implored Henri not to tell their father of this arrangement. Then he left.
The next morning, discovering his son's departure, Etienne was very angry. Henri kept his brother's secret. But his mother was deeply distressed too. She guessed he was concealing something. After many tears, he told her. She told her husband. He made the trip to Paris to find his son. His son, however, didn't turn up. Henri believes that Andre saw him, and stayed away.
That is thirty years ago. Now, both parents are dead. Still Henri has had no word of Andre. He has believed himself to have no relative in the world.
I am using the Internet and traced his family history and can find no relatives living in France, no mention of Andre Oeuf. The only connection is a family of Edward Leslie Hughes and Norah Patricia Swann. It seems from my researches that one son emigrated to Australia, and another went to Africa.
Henri now is making a regular annual pilgrimage to Paris. He visits his "friends"—his favourite sculptures and paintings—and stands before Notre Dame, at 8:00 pm, as a mark of respect for his departed brother, and with a glimmer of hope that perhaps his brother may turn up.
From: tididol
Bon jour, Giselle. What a fascinating story! I have a dim recollection of hearing that my Uncle Roy had an affair with a French girl, but never heard her name and no mention was ever made of a child. I would very much like to meet Henri myself but unfortunately will not be able to call in on this trip back to the UK from Spain where we spend the winters.
However by chance we have one of the Australian family who is travelling around Europe at the moment and is I think planning to be in Paris about the time you mention that Henry makes his pilgrimage. His name is Harry Hughes and he too has artistic aspirations. He has a grandfather who also paints.
From: Giselle de Barfleur.
Thank you for your e-mail. I do not think that Henri would like to meet Harry. He is shy, and his English is poor. But I will make the suggestion to him when he return this evening.
From: Giselle de Barfleur
Hello Gerry. I am pleased to say that Henri is very excited at the prospect of meeting with another cousin – though very distant. Would he like to meet him in Paris at his Notre Dame vigil? They can watch for Andre together for an hour, then go for a meal.
Unfortunately I am shortly leaving to Austria this evening and will not be back until late in June. You should understand that Henri is a little eccentric. He hate machines. He walk everywhere, refuse to fly, or even to be driven. He make his annual visit to Paris on foot. It take him a week to walk there, he stay for three days, and he take a week to walk back. He done it faster, but he say he like to take his time.
I hope you persuade Harry to meet him and look forward to seeing you in the future.
well!!!!! "what would you do if your mother asked you?"*
of course i was very exited and said yes.
then alittle later, and further north in spain, madrid infact i recieved this email from bruce........
The other thing is that I have had a phone call from Gerry, veryexcited. He has tried to call you, but hasn't got through. He asked meto pass this message on:On the way through France, Gelle realised might be going near cousinHenri. They emailed Giselle, who said Henri had been re-united with hisbrother Andre. Andre had seen an ad that Henri had placed in Parisnewspaper.They were together in at a hotel in Roui (?).Gerry and Gelle went and met them there, along with quite a collectionof distinguished gentlemen and elegant ladies.Henri and Andre were both fascinated that you were going to Barcelona.Henri was there in the seventies, when he was your age, and was inspiredby the sculptures.He has booked onto a train to go to Barcelona. It arrives from Paris at8.34 a.m. on May 29.Gerry and Gelle had a great afternoon with the two re-united brothersand their friends, talking of art, philosophy, food, and the horrors ofmodernisation. Henri was very inquisitive about Harry (l'artistjeune!). When Gerry mentioned you and Charity were in Madrid and headedfor Barcelona, Henri's eyes lit up.He LOVES Barcelona. Says it has some of the most beautiful sculpturesin the world. He decided on the spot he would go down to meet you andCharity in Barcelona. He promised to "show Harry the way to look at Gaudi."The landlord of the hotel where Henri was staying, who is very proud tohave such a distinguished guest as Henri Ouef, said it would be hishonour to put Henri on the train.Some of the people at lunch (there were quite a few gathered) expressedsurprise at Henri volunteering to travel by train.Henri said "De l'audace, et encore de l'audace, et toujours del'audace!" He sounds like a great character. I do hope you can meethim off the train. I don't think his feet are too good, and he hasrelaxed his avoidance of artificial transport!Gaston Sands, the landlord, later rang Gerry and said to be sure to tellHarry that Henri would be arriving in Barcelona on May 29, at 8.24 a.m.At Barcelona Franca. He will only be able to stay in Barcelona for a day.Hope you can make it,all the best,Dad.
(for some unkown reson the computer has decided to bunch all the paragraphs from bruce's email into one big paragraph. i realy cant be botherd untangling it now.)
now it is 2:30 and i want to go bicycling around amsterdam tomorow. so i will go to bed and tell more later.
*The Cat In The Hat
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ok i'm back the next day, ready to type.
so....
Charity and I watched as people exited the train, contemplating each 40>60 year old and giving them a smile. I thought we must have missed him and then we see a man in a suit limping slowly towards us, this could be him as Henri had developed an ankle problem. he was wearing a berae and a scarf around his nose and mouth and he had sun glasses on. he limped towards us and our excitement mounted. it must be him. i stood up smiling. he looked at a photograph he had of me he had in his hand and stepped forward. "Harree!"he said. in his thick french accent. we greeted each other. i was extremely excited. I noticed the side of his cheek and his ear that was exposed, they looked familiar. well, he was a cousin. It looked like my dad's cheek. could it be hm? would Henri be insulted if I said i thought he was Bruce? I grinned... "Hi dad" i said. he pulled off the scarf and sunglasses and the cotton buds from his mouth. "now i can take these out"
we had a lot of fun that day as Bruce has commented in the post bellow. i discovered that Henri and Andre were both made up but, i still went and waited outside Notre Dame on the 8th at 8 just in case.
Tuesday, 5 June 2007
Monday, 4 June 2007
Friday, 25 May 2007
hello,
well... Madrid is the biggest city i have ever been in. big buildings, huge collumns, statues everywhere and ontop of buildings. wide side walks and streets that still manage to fill themselves. and most importantly enough people in a prepaid internet cafe to find a computer with a little spare time left unatended. anouther computer has just been left to the right of me.
today and yesterday i have seen too many paintings, well i think i just managed to take it all in. tomoro no more! but realy it was good, i just dont want to forget it.
mmmm.. free internet. just sit and contemplate it´s goodness.
anything else i can say? please ask me a question.
before Madrid was Cordoba an old small in comparison city. it was probably partly the quarter i was in. winding old coble streets with white buildings, it´s the same in every spanish old town i´ve been to actualy. so anyway, there was a firera on, people dressded up in bright dresses and black suits, and went to this fair ground where there were hundreds of tents all serving food and alchohol, and they would dance. lots of fun. street stalls, gohst trains etc. not that interesting, more the people. anyway time running out. lets hope for anouther computer.
well... Madrid is the biggest city i have ever been in. big buildings, huge collumns, statues everywhere and ontop of buildings. wide side walks and streets that still manage to fill themselves. and most importantly enough people in a prepaid internet cafe to find a computer with a little spare time left unatended. anouther computer has just been left to the right of me.
today and yesterday i have seen too many paintings, well i think i just managed to take it all in. tomoro no more! but realy it was good, i just dont want to forget it.
mmmm.. free internet. just sit and contemplate it´s goodness.
anything else i can say? please ask me a question.
before Madrid was Cordoba an old small in comparison city. it was probably partly the quarter i was in. winding old coble streets with white buildings, it´s the same in every spanish old town i´ve been to actualy. so anyway, there was a firera on, people dressded up in bright dresses and black suits, and went to this fair ground where there were hundreds of tents all serving food and alchohol, and they would dance. lots of fun. street stalls, gohst trains etc. not that interesting, more the people. anyway time running out. lets hope for anouther computer.
Wednesday, 16 May 2007
well then here i am in granada. ¨no.1 photo oportunity¨ as our morrocan tour guide would say. i didn´t know andalucian spain was so hilly. it looks impossible in some places like a childs drawing.
i have some zip off shorts/pants. i made use of them today and the shorts are very short shorts. i feel even more funny and touristy with my white legs. oh well.
the camera memory is now getting low, so, hmmm.
what a great and interesting blog.
overlooking granada and the alhambra is a large hill. as you walk up it you pass gypsie cave homes. the views are better than any expencive villa or hotel in the whole city. they have little doors, and a fence sometimes a few chairs and a sun umbrella. i dont no what you have todo to live on that hill, mabey you just dig a hole. and no one seems to stop them. it´s land free for the taking, or something. most confusing.
i´m now up to .80c euro on the internet counter. how stressful.
its unbelieveble how i can have a mind blank, but i have. just a bit tired me thinks. so probly shouldn´t keep typing garbage and wasting euro cents. so Adios
i have some zip off shorts/pants. i made use of them today and the shorts are very short shorts. i feel even more funny and touristy with my white legs. oh well.
the camera memory is now getting low, so, hmmm.
what a great and interesting blog.
overlooking granada and the alhambra is a large hill. as you walk up it you pass gypsie cave homes. the views are better than any expencive villa or hotel in the whole city. they have little doors, and a fence sometimes a few chairs and a sun umbrella. i dont no what you have todo to live on that hill, mabey you just dig a hole. and no one seems to stop them. it´s land free for the taking, or something. most confusing.
i´m now up to .80c euro on the internet counter. how stressful.
its unbelieveble how i can have a mind blank, but i have. just a bit tired me thinks. so probly shouldn´t keep typing garbage and wasting euro cents. so Adios
Monday, 14 May 2007
hello everyone.
i havñ´t been able to put any photos up since the uk.
since then charity and i met ann and flew to Marrakesh. we´ve had a crazy time exploring the souks and resisting the charasmatic salesmen. everybody is extemely hospitable tho sometimes you get the feeling that they just want your tourist dollars.
i have taken way to many photo´s so some time when i have a fast connection i can put them up. we caut a train to fez and we met a friendly morrocan teacher on the way. he said that the place we booked in fez ws terrableand was ¨ran buy an iraqi¨. he purswaded us to change our booking to another place and organised a guide for us. the new hotel as terrible it was more expencive, badly made, generally less friendly, and not nearly as central to the old fez medina. we moved to the other hotel the next night. anyway it was an expeiriance. fez streets are extremely complex none of them are strait. the buildings are stacked high above each other. and there are millions of shops selling food and handicrafts. a loaf of bread is about 20c $aus but e still managed to get our selves ripped of. i could easily go back there with a little more time.
I´m now in spain near Malagar (cuetar i think) after crossing the high seas yesterday between africa and spain. morroco was much more fertile than i thought . it helps being spring.
no time t o write more now. but i hope a good computer i on the horizon and i can upload photo´s.
i havñ´t been able to put any photos up since the uk.
since then charity and i met ann and flew to Marrakesh. we´ve had a crazy time exploring the souks and resisting the charasmatic salesmen. everybody is extemely hospitable tho sometimes you get the feeling that they just want your tourist dollars.
i have taken way to many photo´s so some time when i have a fast connection i can put them up. we caut a train to fez and we met a friendly morrocan teacher on the way. he said that the place we booked in fez ws terrableand was ¨ran buy an iraqi¨. he purswaded us to change our booking to another place and organised a guide for us. the new hotel as terrible it was more expencive, badly made, generally less friendly, and not nearly as central to the old fez medina. we moved to the other hotel the next night. anyway it was an expeiriance. fez streets are extremely complex none of them are strait. the buildings are stacked high above each other. and there are millions of shops selling food and handicrafts. a loaf of bread is about 20c $aus but e still managed to get our selves ripped of. i could easily go back there with a little more time.
I´m now in spain near Malagar (cuetar i think) after crossing the high seas yesterday between africa and spain. morroco was much more fertile than i thought . it helps being spring.
no time t o write more now. but i hope a good computer i on the horizon and i can upload photo´s.
Sunday, 15 April 2007
Friday, 13 April 2007
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