A petite Sirah and a Dr. Peanut… Let me make sense of this one…
There’s not a typo in my title…. The greatest honor I’ve had, since I first began my Petite Sirah journey in September 2002, is to have a granddaughter just be named Astrid Sirah. And, she’s about as petite as they get right now…
Born last weekend, I’m now certain that I have to begin a project for my grandchildren, which is long overdue.
Get out the wine, so I can sip it, please. It’s going to be a long story, going back to to the 800s AD.
I just looked up the name Astrid.
“Astrid, Estrid, Æstriðr, Ástríðr or Aestrith is a given name of northern European origin. Queen Astrid Eiriksdottir, daughter of Eirik Bjodaskalle and mother of Olaf I of Norway, who ruled Norway from 995 to 1000.”
Add to that that my great grandfather (and Astrid’s, but who can count those generations, was Charlemagne (yeah, I’ve traced myself back that far)…
“Charlemagne (/ˈʃɑrlɨmeɪn/; 2 April 742 – 28 January 814), also known as Charles the Great (German: Karl der Große; Latin: Carolus or Karolus Magnus) or Charles I, was the King of the Franks from 768, the King of Italy from 774, and from 800 the first emperor in western Europe since the collapse of the Western Roman Empire three centuries earlier. By the twelfth century, this new imperial title would eventually evolve into what would become known as the Holy Roman Emperor.
Then, all the Kings of Scotland… Queen Astrid was aware and alive during the Kings of Scotland’s time. Looks like I really need to write this story for my children. The kings would have been Constantine III (995 to 997) and Kenneth III (997 to march 25, 2005).
I have lots of history in between Charlemagne and 2013, and now have to fill it all in, for posterity’s sake.
… Meanwhile, back to now…
Dr. Peanut… calling Dr. Peanut….
BACK STORY: Last Sunday I spent the day with my daughter Melanie’s first born, keeping her busy, while everyone else left the hospital and went home. Evelyn and I went to the Bay Area Discovery Museum for kids. Evelyn got a kid’s doctor set, and was playing with it on the way home. (Her dad has called her “Peanut” since birth, and she introduces herself to others as, “Hi, I Peanut,” since turning two.) So, we’re driving home…
Nana: Evelyn, do you want to be called Dr. Evelyn or Dr. Peanut?
Evelyn: Dr. Peanut.
Nana: Ring, ring… Hello, I’m calling for Dr. Peanut. Is she in?
Evelyn: No, I’m not in.
Nana: Well, can you give a message to her for me?
Nana: Can you tell her that I fell down and I have a booboo?
Evelyn: Yes, I can. Do you need a Band-aid?
Nana: Yes, I do. If I come to the office to get a Band-aid, can you give one to me?
Evelyn: No, they’re up too high. I can’t reach them.
Nana: Well, if I come to your office and I can reach them, can I get one for myself.
Evelyn: Yes… you can.
Nana: Thank you Dr. Peanut. I’ll be right over.
Evelyn: Oh KAY!
Time for some bubbly and then some Sirah…