Our “tapestry of rich, embroidered hue. . . .”
“My life has been a tapestry of rich, embroidered hue,
an everlasting vision of the ever changing view,
a wondrous, woven magic in bits of blue and gold,
a tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold.” © Carole King
We were the Stock Berhaut Brun family, all eight of us!!!
Our tapestry is made of the almost 16 years of our lives which we shared together, from 1994 through 2010. Our family, or families, continue to weave their own tapestries as we move on, but they are not in this volume of my memoirs.
This volume is a portrait and a history of the lifetime of our blended family, how we came together, what our lives were like all together, and how we moved apart. It is a portrait and a history, all in one.
It was rare to find all eight of us together in the same place. On Mother’s Day in May 2006, all of the children accepted the parents’ invitation to defer their pressing social obligations and brunch with us at Seascape Resort in Aptos, one of Santa Cruz County’s local hidden treasures. A tourist who had been admiring the view took this one, and we greatly appreciate her results. We had all eaten well and were on a relaxing after-brunch stroll down to the beach.
Photographs are memories, and that is a great one. An after-brunch stroll captured by a complete stranger, and a piece of each of us is accessible. That’s what makes a good portrait.
Photographs inundate this site, mostly of us in our little groups, and all of them have some little memory, some little tale.
We have such wonderful memories!
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Bet you’re wondering why “zinzins,” or even what are “zinzins?” Fair question! It’s a slang French word, and difficult to translate. But if you remember fifties families in the US with numerous children and a dog or two leaving for the weekend in their oversized station wagon, luggage strapped to the roof, a couple of the children facing the rear behind the back seat, organized chaos managed by a harried father and a worried mother, that was us! Just forty years later!
Let’s start with this photo album’s genesis. As you can see here, first there were paper photo albums, organized by themes. That organization was transposed to the web during the course of our family’s life, in around 2000. Then the web themes were expanded over the years. From a photo album on the web with little text other than brief captions, this volume of memoirs has expanded since the parents’ separation into a photo journal, an increasingly complete record of our collective lives together.
We have themes. Our first basic theme is people, and this being a family, our themes start with children and parents. Marie-Hélène and I (Ian) are the parents, and the “big kids,” Nick, Daphné, Alban and Tom, and “little guys,” Charlie and Alex, are the children.
Our second basic theme is the passage of time for us and ours, our history. This is a substantial theme, which makes up most of the updates of the existing photo journals following the parents’ separation. Our history started with Marie-Hélène’s and my courtship, and ended here.
We’re a little bit modern in the sense that some of our history preceded the wedding! It includes the phases in the life of this family, starting with the blending of the two then existing families when we moved in together in 1994, and continuing with Charles’ arrival in Brittany in August 1995, our wedding in May 1997 and Alex’s arrival in Santa Cruz in January 1998. Our third blended family was then complete.
The history is also captured in our various homes, which have been in France, England and California. The blended family continued through the years, two rounds of graduations, Nick’s, Daphné’s and Alban’s moving out, and Tom’s moving back to Paris. Before we knew it, the older children had pretty much spread their wings and left, as they are wont to do. But they are still all attached, to each other and to Marie-Hélène and me. Our tapestry is woven with stronger thread than they might know.
We also approach our history with a carousel of time, a kind of diary, composed in retrospect for each year from 1994 through 2009. The text for each of those years was normally prepared as an annual update for friends and family. In 2008 and 2009, this volume of memoirs became a blogged photo journal organized by year. If you want the basic outline of our lives all together, those annual updates will do the job. But they are not short!
The final basic theme is our various activities. In a sense, they are all part of our history, of course, and expressions of each of us. We go on vacation, enjoy a collection of hobbies, and have a ton of fun on special days, what the French call fêtes.
Our vacations most often include France, England and California! They also include Disneylands in France and California. In North America, we have travelled to Florida, Vancouver BC, Colorado and Death Valley.
There is the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk, our town’s very own funfair or carnival, and West Cliff, home of the surfing museum and a great Sunday afternoon stroll or weekday bicycle ride. Here are Faby and Jean, with Fiona, Maeve, Leah and Chenoah.
Here are early photos of Nick, Daphné, Alban, Tom, Charles, Alex, and Alex and Charles. Here is Charles and Alexander’s belated baptism in Brittany, in August 2004, Courtney Bolin and Antony Nash’s wedding in La Jolla, California in November 2003, the 25th reunion of my law school class in October 2007, and Laura Nash and Damian McClarin’s wedding in Coronado, California in February 2009.
Here is Edgar, our loved (and seriously misunderstood!) motorhome, a walled city for privateers in France, a little fooling around, and even a little stamping. It never stops! Oh yes, before I forget, a little soccer, and a little more, and a little more.
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When you come to the end of a love affair that lasted close to 20 years, as Marie-Helene and I have done, little remains but recriminations and heartache. There are moments when it can be difficult to see what it was all for. The children too live through a dark period, reflected in the prism of their parents’ dark eyes. Only the bad is visible to the parents for a while, the inevitable disappointment and resentment that make up much of their divorcing lives. The children too can forget what it was all about.
When those moments arrive for me, I delve back into these memoirs, and remember again. What it was all about is all over this volume. I added to it and elaborated it and reworked it for months and months, finally for years, after we separated. Doing so felt like creating light out of the darkness of the divorce.
Weaving our tapestry again here, completing it with stories and photographs, brought the good times back into focus, made the whole picture reappear. There was so much going on in the family before things went wrong between the parents, so much excitement, so many fun times.
Hopefully, our children too can use this site to look back themselves on that whole picture every now and again. It’s worth it: trust me on this one!
The 16 years we all spent together were rich and full and beautiful, six children on two continents, all so different, all so alive. Nothing stayed the same during those 16 years: we all grew and aged and changed and evolved, and even the years themselves couldn’t last forever. Nothing lasts forever. But don’t forget, children, that with a bit of effort and a lot of love you can make everything worthwhile, even the little things. As we did. For such a long time.