This quote comes from an obituary I read today of a very interesting person.

Edith Fellows was a child actress in the late '20s and early '30s who had been abandoned as an infant by her mother. Her paternal grandmother raised her, and brought her to Hollywood where she was "discovered" by the film industry.

As soon as little Edith gained a bit of fame and fortune, her mother came looking for her, and sued for custody of Edith. It seemed that Edith's mother was really more interested in Edith's movie earnings, than in the child herself.

When 13-year-old Edith was asked to testify, here is what she said regarding her mother:

"I might be willing to be friends with her if she'd leave me alone, but I'm not used to loving strangers."

R.I.P. Edith Fellows, and cheers to the discerning little girl that you were.

-- Nephele

The Gestapo called her “The White Mouse” for the way she deftly avoided their traps...

Max Hastings, a British journalist and military historian, described her an “ardent warrior, possessed of an endless appetite for sensation.”

As her involvement in the war deepened, Ms. Wake was trained by the British to kill with her bare hands (she delivered a fatal karate chop to a sentry at an arms factory), parachute into enemy-held territory and work a machine gun.

She chomped on cigars and bested guerrilla fighters in drinking bouts. She traveled nowhere without her Chanel lipstick, face cream and a favorite red satin cushion.

“She is the most feminine woman I know until the fighting starts — then she is like five men,” a colleague in the French resistance once said...

"I got away with blue murder, and loved every minute of it." -- Nancy Wake, when asked how she would like to be remembered.

I like to think of the above quote as being "gothic." But I especially want to pay homage to Nancy Wake, who died earlier this week (at the age of 98). She was an amazing World War II heroine.



Read full article here (2-page article, be sure to click on Page 2 as well!)

-- Nephele

“There wasn’t an egg to be had for love nor money, and even if there had been, why would I be frying it when I had men to do that sort of thing?”