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"The Silent Woman"
Just a taste of Fun Food for thought.

It's nothing, really. Just a pub ad that made me smile and think, one sunny afternoon, in "fem lib" days, in the seventies.

But being a woman and minding my paths for expression, it still found a page at this site, remembering the days of learning the paths for expression in my art and my life, if I expected to enjoy success in both, or either. How is it that, in finding the Graceful Way in things, we must retain a great range of options, to stay healthy and real, from "Silent Woman" to "La Femme Agitee", and each one's path unique.

Wikipedia says: " The Silent Woman ... is a name given to various pubs, taverns, restaurant/bars, and inns in the United Kingdom (primarily England), the United States, and possibly in other predominantly English speaking countries. Most, if not all of these feature a picture of a decapitated woman prominently displayed on sign on the establishment's exterior with a caption of the establishment's name. The origin of this name/meme/logo is uncertain....

There are still half a dozen or more pub inns that sport the name, but today, all in fun! And even more fun is this one in Wisconsin, USA, that sports a modern name and a real "sign of the times", advertises itself as FORMERLY "The Silent Woman Inn" . But, of course! :-)

To understand the jolly good motive and humor, you might enjoy side-tracking to this digital book about "Stagecoach and Tavern Days" from Quinnipiac College, CT.

I prefer Tolkien's "Prancing Pony" for welcome to an Inn.
Still, As late as 1993, still one more neat Sylvia Plath story was written by still one more neat Sylvia Plath author, using the catchy phrase for its title.

Today, this one may be the more likely icon ~

"La Femme Agitée"

What does "The Jumping Lady" say to you?
  • Life! Life! Life! Life! Life!
  • I won! We won! I won! We won!
  • He loves me! He loves me! He loves me!
  • Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
  • You can't do this to me! I am an American Citizen!
  • Are you up there? Do you care? Can you hear me?

    If she interests you, what does she evoke?

  • ho, hum...typical midlife futility reaction....
  • Is she jumping for joy?
  • Is it her allergies?
  • Saint Vitus' Dance?
  • a new hallucinogen?
  • a new religion?
  • does she need a doctor?
  • why would she want to do that?
  • she'll never get asked out that way!
  • how tiring!









That's all there is to it: a page, then, more or less about the way of it with developing a path in things...the celebration of who we are and who we have been, and who we hope to be.

The days when we veered from SilentWoman to JumpingLady, to BEING Woman.and those people places and things that helped, and the range of concepts they inspire. It includes links to share some of it. No one get there alone, and helps and helpers must be credited and shared.


Think about it ...
I am thinking and wondering what your thoughts might be ...
Have fun!
~ Email me, if you like, to share them. esfagan@ellefagan.com
~ elle

p.s. From happy, gifted and good life and loves, and back again, though, leaves out the days when I mused that I could not possibly be alive, from the series of midlife catastrophes, one after another, till all there was of me, was one anguished little person, holding on to a good mind and heart and a soul not profane or obscene - holding on like one's last dollar held tight in the fist, till the fingers must be bleeding, the tears withing endless, 'walking in the shadow, and with only this motive: if, by some good will of the angels, I might survive such awful days, I would want my essential self intact and as capable of fine success in work and love, so I could share it again as happily, and generously.

The extremes of those challenging days are a story,and a story of actual damage and ill will aimed at innocents. For some of it there will never be a remedy; God took care of Justice for me in some of it; and the law in some more of it. Yet, I confused people with some say-so in my life, because they could not know my truth or my burden, or the clawing wolf under my coat, who must be allowed to stay there, or suffer worse, at least for a bit.

My days are fine and happy and I am not morbid, but I cannot forget those 'dies irae', since they helped me , in a left-handed fashion, to emerge victorious.

Those days were full of angels heroes and adventures and brave deeds and lessons and it is wrong to forget them, and I won't. They will make a separate page of stories, I think. The important thing is that at the end of the trial, I can be very grateful, vindicated, pleased and proud of myself and some others, so tested , who held on to the good in themselves and even helped others, when tested.








Like many, I feel youth a time of magic and wonder, of experimentation, success and failure. This is true of all life's days, but when we are "new" all of it seems "Moreso", because they are "firsts" in our unique experience of life. Like bobsledding - the sled races along a course, seemingly veering this way and that, wildly, and still on quite a focused path!

As a girl, I think my track was more like a waterslide...warmer, more fun and kinder... it did not usually seem so wild, just a bit breezy and new, and getting splashed was fun, with plenty of fluffy towels to dry off later !

The adults around me at home, in the family circle, were fine , loving, creative and provided a good structure for the little lady that was me. Aunties, "Nannas", friends and teachers,and books, and most of all the wonders of life itself, and everthing so new. Even trouble and trauma was neat, in a way, because there was always a great scene of rescue, fix, care, and good talk about what we learned from adventures and misadventures. All created lively sidewalls along the track of my personal waterslide.

"I want to play
I want to jump
I want to run around!

Mother would sing that one at us, and smile, when it was time to NOT wiggle about, but time to be still and do a thing.
How different it might have been, if she had been icy, and not warm and understanding! I cannot write a credit-to-women page, without crediting her first!
From Mother and Father, there were good books on the shelf, and the freedom to enjoy them. "Done by Ellen", I wrote in toddler letters, with a mandala drawn in at it, for effect...on one or two of the flyleafs of the books I liked best. A holy book and one on romance and one about artists. As though I could not wait until I had grownup skills to be an author/illustrator, but had to have my name on it NOW.

Just on our block, I soon learned the things re-iterated by study and my own experience in bigger worlds later: work and love came in all types, and each person did it differently, and all of it was grand!

I still have the little felt jacket/vest, in pink and flowers, made for me by one neighbor, and the book of instructions on the woman-craft basics, given to me by another. Another neighbor "mommy" wrote for the newspaper, another taught music, and I studied under her for a time. And more. I have made "thank-you pages to some of them at this site, and hope to list more.

By the time I was grown, I had honors in what I do, supplemented and developed, more seriously, by several teachers, who were important to me. All of it, for me, to fit in with my finding my one true love and making a good family life, in home, church and community.

All of it almost stopped cold, for a while, when war and relocation stretched it all a bit father than I could reach, and time and focus as grownup, so typical, and yet so unique to me, in those days.....on Monday, the Silent Woman; on Tuesday, JumpingLady, but often by Wednesday, Grace, merrily in her path on her own personal waterslide. And that, too, took help from new friends and strange folk in a strange place, not be at all trusted, at first.

And now, empty-nested, over it all from a too-soon widowhood, I like to share the delight in life found again, in my work and friends life, and recall it was like that , and moreso, for me with the Silent Woman and the JumpingLady a few times, getting there again.

The thing is: in youth we believe, for some time, that once we are grown, the extreme challenges will be gone and the path predictable and then we learn differently, and not so happily. It is only later that we truly get to the point where we understand and welcome it all!
...well almost! :-)


Here is a "today" one....From an honored and most experienced, respected internet biz/tech woman,
and, thank goodness, not so silent! I think you will agree !
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- Forget Your Weaknesses, Focus on your Strengths
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By Elizabeth McGee

I once read somewhere that Thomas Jefferson was not a very good public speaker, In fact, he hated it so much and was so bad at it that he wrote his state of the Union addresses but had them delivered by one of his staff.

Would Thomas Jefferson have been a better leader or a more effective president if he would have worked on his public speaking weakness or should he have continued focusing on what he did best and worked to perfect that? Many might disagree, but I'd vote for the latter.

We all have innate talents and abilities but they often go unnoticed or diminish because we tend to focus on our weaknesses; striving to make them better as opposed to working to perfect our talents. Why is that? It's probably because from a very early age we are told what it is we need to improve on. It's wonderful that we have talents but we seem to let our shortcomings take focus.

We do ourselves a huge disservice by doing such things. Focusing on our weaknesses reduces our ability to excel and do great things with our talents. Our talents can move to the background and before you know it the talents become stale.

Granted there are always things that we must work on in our lives to continue to keep ahead of the crowd but we shouldn't let it take away from the things we do best. Our weaknesses are often things that we don't like or don't have an aptitude for. If this is the case I say let it go, focus on your strengths. Of course, if it's a weakness that you want to excel at, go for it, but don't let it take away from what you are truly good at and enjoy.

Corporate America is a great example of how we help people abandon their strengths. We continue to create inept employees by incorporating the practice of promoting them to their level of incapacity. In order to excel in your career most companies require employees to leave their expertise, or what they are good at, and force them into management or some other administrative capacity that pays a higher salary but may not suit them. If an employee has an expertise, why not let them continue to excel in that skill and let the people that are well suited for management do the management job. This is not to say that many skilled workers don't excel in management but we all know that many do not.

It's a far better idea to me if we promote our workers in what they do best in than require them to switch gears and promote them into something they may or may not do well in.

This concept becomes especially important particularly if you are starting your own business. I often see people become afraid to start a business because they place their skills and talents at the bottom of the list and put priority on what their weaknesses are. Let's say you are a talented jewelry maker but a terrible salesman, this may seem likea huge flaw, after all, sales are very important, however don't become sidetracked by trying to become a great salesman, instead find people that can help you make sales, find an alternative. Stay focused on your talent and let those better suited in their expertise
to help you out.

Be careful not to talk yourself out of doing something because of a skill or expertise you don't have. Stay focused on what you can do, what you do have, your talents and your strengths. Rid yourself of the negative, it's wasted, unproductive energy. Stay positive. Maintain a 'can do' attitude and the rest will take care of itself.

By Elizabeth McGee, from: "Net Profits Central" - read it all online !



Girlhood Favorites:

  • the Guinivere
  • the Mommies and Aunties, with so much share for one eager to learn
  • the Sisters, and their devotion to their Arts, first women artist heroines
  • oddly enough, most of the best-known women artists were unknown to me, till later, for the sake of my soul ... such scandalous ladies!
  • Marie Curie, two generations of DuPont, then three, meant science was dinner-table chat, and I was apt.
  • Gene Tierney - star-stuff and near neighbor... but eccentric.....liked Greer Garson Better, and Ava Gardner
  • a namesake:

    ELLEN CURTIS DEMOREST (1824-1898), built a New York fashion empire with her husband, William Jennings Demorest, and became the arbiter of style for women. Her development of an accurately sized paper pattern, and its mass distribution through Demorest's Illustrated Monthly and Mme. Demorest's Mirror of Fashions, revolutionized home dressmaking as the sewing machine became a common household fixture. The Demorests helped democratize American dress by placing high style within easy reach of the average woman.

    Ellen followed the path of thousands of women in dressmaking and millinery when her father provided her with the financial backing to open a millinery shop in Saratoga Springs, New York. Seeking greater opportunity, Ellen moved to Brooklyn and met her husband, widower, owner of Mme. Demorest's Emporium of Fashions, an enterprise begun with his first wife. Together, they expanded their business to a national market by launching a series of successful women's fashion magazines with tissue paper patterns in each issue. Ellen also added clothing lines and patterns for children and men.

    DEMOREST