What I Am
Who's Mar10? Me. I am a Mar10--a member of the little club I made up as a child when I noticed that my birthdate looked like the Spanish boy's name, Mario. It is very exclusive because only those who are born on March 10th can be a part of it. I have noticed a couple of Mar10s here at the Open Salon and so I also wish them a happy birthday.
This is a post just for fun because I do not believe in the supernatural at all; however, I am a seeker like everyone else and so naturally I explored my horoscope when I was young person eager for self-knowledge. I first learned about the meaning of the stars from a dear lady who ran the art school I attended as a child in Silver Spring, Maryland. Her name was Ruth Dexter Sellers and in addition to art, she introduced me to many lifelong interests such as vintage jewelry, the sonnets of William Shakespeare, the poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay, India, and astrology.
Mrs. Sellers was very old probably in her late eighties when I met her in 1964. The little art school was in the basement of her house on Flower Avenue and the famous Domenican artist Mariano Eckert was our instructor. On Saturday mornings, after our studio time and lessons about the old masters (and moderns), she invited me upstairs for tea served by her Cuban maid Maria Luisa.
My heart was beating hard the first time I went upstairs to meet her for tea. Usually, I just dropped off the check for the lessons or sold her some Girl Scout cookies, but Mr. Eckert told me one morning that she wanted to talk to me. I was afraid of her because she was so horribly old. She dressed in black and sometimes wore a black lace cape around her dowager's hump. Her hoary head was bowed forward and when she looked up at me with her shriveled eyes her bottom eyelids, red and sagging, were filled with tears.
Tea, Sympathy, and Poetry
The parlor where she received visitors was crowded with the furniture from another age, dark stained and ornately carved. The light filtered into the room through lace curtains but it was still hard to see into the more remote corners. I could dimly see books on nearly every surface. The fireplace mantel had a clock that curved gracefully and struck the hours with Westminster chimes.
She fascinated me with her stories of being a struggling actress in New York and about the voyages around the world that she made with her sister, Caroline. I began to look forward to our tea that she poured from a real silver service and didn't mind when she chided me for wanting two spoonsful of sugar in my cup. I was a sad child at home and she knew it.
"You are Pisces the fish," Mrs. Sellers told me. "You are an old soul. A dreamer." She made me feel very special indeed and gave me an old book so I could learn more, a pale beige thing, that sat on my shelf for many years until someone stole it. When she died, my father quit paying for the art lessons and I never went there again. Mrs. Sellers left me a watch, an Asian silver bracelet, pottery and brass bookends of a Hindu goddess for small faded blue sets of books about foreign lands and English artists but most importantly she made me understand who I am and not just my zodiac sign--she made me into an artist, a reader, an appreciater of other cultures. I still have the jewelry but the bookends were lost one by one and the books crumbled until they are now but distant memories.
Astrology and Me
Linda Goodman's Sun Signs replaced the ancient volume that Mrs. Sellers gave me and it was a fun and modern interpretation of astrology that used quotes from one of my favorite books, Alice through the Looking Glass, for guidance.
Years later, at Northern Illinois University, I saw a flyer for the Free University. Looking back, I am not exactly sure what this organization was but I noticed that one of the subjects offered was astrology. A New Mexican on scholarship, I knew absolutely no one so I went alone to the meeting that was held at a private home off campus. The class was led by a husband and wife whose names I don't remember and they took the four students' dates and times of birth. This was the first time I had a full horoscope cast. I learned that I had a Virgo ascendent, the moon in Gemini and Venus in Pisces. They proclaimed that I was a true Pisces. I think it was the Venus in Pisces that nailed it.
What brought my interest in astrology to a screeching halt is that all the others there had interesting charts with complicated configurations called trines and various stuff I don't remember and am too lazy to research. My chart was evidently lack luster and so the instructors and other students pretty much ignored me the rest of the evening as well as the next meeting and so I quit the class. It was hard to believe that those people would dismiss me because of a paper with interpretations. What superstition! I understand that now.
Still, when people reveal their signs to me, I try to see if they are like them. Perhaps the traits are general enough that I would have to agree with what they say and if not, I attribute the differences to the placement of planets in the other houses of the Zodiac.
I have always noted people who share my birthday, as I said, and consider them to be fellow Mar10s. We make a very interesting group and I would like to point out some whom you may know.
There are numerous actors in our club such as:
and Emily Osment.
Laugh In announcer Gary Owens.
Music seems to be a talent that we display:
Tom Sholz of Boston,
and Edie Brickell.
There are royals among our numbers: King Ferdinand II,
And a pioneer lady politician, Clare Booth Luce who in addition to being a U. S. Congresswoman was also a playwright, ambassador, and journalist.
We also make dastardly villains: Disgraced Speaker of the House Carl Albert, Martin Luther King, Jr.'s assassin James Earle Ray,
and the infamous Osama Bin Laden!
Happy birthday to all the Super Mar10s!