#november3

Felipe and Letizia retrospective: November 3rd

2003: Letizia Ortiz went back to her house at the neighbourhood of Valdebernardo two days after the announcement of her official engagement to Prince Felipe; Felipe formally presented his bride to be to the press at the gardens of la Zarzuela. They posed for pictures and gave a short interview. & Concert by Mstislav Rostropovich in tribute of Queen Sofia’s 65th birthday.

2005: Celebration of the 25th anniversary of the General Council of the Judiciary

2008: Opening of the New facilities of the Science Park, Interactive Museum of Andalusia & Inauguration of the new headquarters of the Official Chamber of Commerce, Industry and Navigation of Granada

2009: Visited Zamora (1, 2, 3)

2010: ‘Fine Arts Gold Medals 2010 Awards’ & 175th anniversary of the company Gonzalez Byass

2011: Opening of the 2011 Red Cross Fundraising Campaign

2014: Inauguration of the 17th National Congress of the Family Business; Lunch to the president of Colombia Juan Manuel Santos Calderón & Audiences at la Zarzuela

2015: Delivery of diplomas of embassy secretary to the 48th promotion of the diplomatic career in Madrid & First roundtable of the seminar “Spanish Cooperation 2030. Spain and the new sustainable development agenda” at the National Library in Madrid

2020: Closing ceremony of the 12th call for “Banco Santander Social Projects”

2021: Meeting with the Governing Board of the National Police; Meeting with the Board of Trustees of the Pro Real Academia Española Foundation & Cooperation visit to Paraguay - Day 1

2022: Meeting with the President of Paraguay, Mario Abdo Benítez & Lunch with the President of Paraguay, Mario Abdo Benítez, and First Lady Silvana López Moreira

Announcing Theriault's NOVEMBER 3-4, 2018 IMPORTANT MARQUIS ANTIQUE DOLL AUCTION and BARBIE: FIFTEEN GOLDEN YEARS at the Westin Chicago North Shore, Wheeling, ILLINOIS

https://www.theriaults.com/yesterdays-children-museum-and-barbie-fifteen-golden-years-november-3-4-chicago

Theriault’s to Auction “Yesterday’s Children” Museum of Vicksburg, Mississippi in Chicago on Saturday NOVEMBER  3 , 2018 Preview 9 AM. Auction 11 AM.

Yesterday’s Children, the museum of antique dolls and toys in historic Vicksburg, Mississippi, nearby the banks of the Mississippi River, which Mark Twain once described as “in all ways remarkable”, has sadly closed its doors. Founded in 1986 by Carolyn Bakarich, the museum aimed to cater to long-time collectors as well as provide a welcome to those who might join those ranks. Her special loves, French bébés from Jumeau, Bru, Schmitt and others, were highlighted in her exhibits although the museum also offered rare treasures of German bisque art characters, early teddy bears, 1930s celebrity dolls and more.  The Museum, housed in an 1836 building, had been featured in articles in Southern Living, Southern Traveler and Dolls Magazine during its 32 years. The auction catalog title borrows the Twain phrase “In All Ways Remarkable” which, fittingly, describes the Museum as well as the Mississippi River. 

The enthusiastic Carolyn Bakarich, herself, presided over the museum for 28 years, personally welcoming visitors and sharing the stories of the dolls, many of which still retain their provenance. After her passing in 2014 her husband, Mike Bakarich kept the museum open, in honor of her memory, and each day until his own recent passing, he welcomed guests, leading them through display after display of the rare treasures.  Beth Owens, one of the couple’s eight daughters, has said, “My mother would have wanted her dolls to move to the hands of other collectors. She always expressed that she was just the keeper of the dolls for their time with her, and it was important that we find a way to honor her work in passing them to the next owner.”

The 350 lot catalog auction on Saturday,“In All Ways Remarkable”, will feature antique highlights of the museum, as well as wonderful antique dolls from other private collections including rare French poupées, early Kathe Kruse dolls, early German Grodnertal dolls, superb doll furniture, and a fine collection of rare Lenci models. For more information about the auction or to order your catalogs visit www.theriaults.com, inquire at [email protected], or call 410-224-3655.

  “BARBIE: FIFTEEN GOLDEN YEARS, 1958-1973” An Important Auction of the Lodestar American Doll on Sunday NOVEMBER  4 , 2018 Preview 9 AM. Auction 11 AM. 

@o0o-chibaken-o0o SURPRISE!!!! You didn’t think it was OVER, did you?

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Harry tried not to snoop. He really did. But it was a ring box. How could he not look inside? Okay yes, the ring box had been at the bottom of Draco’s sock drawer, but he’d only opened the drawer because he couldn’t find the pair to one of his socks and thought perhaps it had been mixed up with Draco’s. It hadn’t. And Harry had long forgotten about matching socks.

Because, funnily enough, inside the ring box was a ring. It was a thin gold band that was far less extravagant than Draco’s usual taste, which meant he had picked it out especially for Harry. It was simple but with a slight imperfect curve to the band that Harry took a liking to immediately. It was perfect.

Harry stared at the ring for a long time, letting the weight of it reach him. He hadn’t realised Draco would propose to him. Even now, when they’d been together almost a year, Draco could still sometimes be quite reserved when talking about his feelings. Harry had always imagined that he would be the one to propose to Draco and he’d been thinking about the right way to do it for some time.

Now he wouldn’t have to.

He stashed the ring back away only when he realised he was running late for work, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He couldn’t wait for Draco to propose. He couldn’t wait to say yes.

A week passed. Harry didn’t want to spoil Draco’s surprise and hint that he had seen the box, but he was desperate to give him a little nudge. He didn’t care about anything romantic. He’d be quite alright with Draco casually popping the question in the bathroom as they brushed their teeth in their twin sinks.

Although that didn’t happen, of course, one morning, at those very twin sinks, Draco did suggest they try out a new restaurant the coming Saturday and that Harry should dress for the occasion. And Harry knew exactly what that meant. But he kept himself composed and agreed to the suggestion - his own proposal dinner - as casually as he could.

The restaurant was a dead giveaway, even if Harry hadn’t seen the box. It required reservations months in advance - which Draco had made (!) - and cost more than Harry’s monthly Head Auror paycheck. It was far from a regular Saturday night dinner affair.

Draco wasn’t giving anything away though. Over dinner, they spoke of work and Ministry gossip, and Draco even mentioned the laundry at one point, which seemed far from proposal dinner talk. Harry was beginning to think that perhaps he had been reading into tonight too much after all until one of the wait staff accidentally dropped off the wrong bill at their table.

“I think we’ve overstayed our welcome, Harry.” Draco whispered over the table jokingly. “They’re giving us a sign.”

Harry only glanced down at the bill as the waiter hurriedly moved to retrieve it, less the rich table who ordered lobster, caviar and oysters be judged for their obnoxious tastes. But for some reason, the date caught his eye. November second.

Draco was going to propose at midnight.

Harry thought it over as they ate dessert. Draco wasn’t one for conversation when there was anything chocolate-flavoured in front of him.

It made sense of course. It was their one year anniversary. It was a day of memories across many years. But Harry had forgotten. The day didn’t mean as much to him as it did to Draco. For Harry, it came with more frustration than it did pleasure. It reminded him of the 364 (sometimes 365) other days of the year that Draco had ignored him. The days that started hopeful and turned into confusion and hurt.

The past year had been different of course. Finally, he and Draco had been able to make new memories day after day. To have something special outside of that one wretched day. So perhaps this was the start of another new year of memories. Perhaps November third could mean something else. It could be less about a moment, and more about what it was to stay.

Although, it was Draco’s proposal, so Harry probably shouldn’t have been the one overthinking the symbolism. He shook it from his head. It didn’t matter when or where Draco proposed. It only mattered that he wanted to. And Harry would gladly say yes.

After dinner, Draco suggested a walk which Harry thought nothing of. It was not long after 10pm. The proposal was still some time off.

They walked aimlessly around the block, arms wrapped around each other. Draco would usually argue it was for warmth despite the ease of warming charms, but tonight he said nothing.

Draco stopped them under a bright streetlight in a small laneway. It wasn’t a particularly seedy laneway, nor was it particularly clean. The light above them flickered occasionally, but not often enough to be distracting. It was simply unremarkable. Harry couldn’t understand why they had stopped.

“Where are we?” He asked, turning to Draco.

“Nowhere special,” Draco said with a wave of his hand, pulling his arm from Harry so they could face each other easily. “Don’t worry about that. Just think about us.”

Harry placed his own words easily. But couldn’t quite place their relevance now. “What do you mean?”

Draco held Harry’s eye the entire time as he slowly dropped to his knee. Right there in the lane. He didn’t even look first to check if the spot might dirty his robes. But Harry was certain he’d complain about a mark later.

Although Harry recognised the motion, things didn’t really click until he saw Draco pull the little ring box from his pocket.

“But it’s only 10.30pm,” Harry said, confused. Had Draco gotten the time wrong? That kind of seemed like something he’d be keeping track of as the proposer. “It’s still November second.”

“I know.” Draco opened the box, revealing the small band Harry already knew well. “Read the inscription.”

Inscription? Harry hadn’t noticed that when he’d had his sneak peek. He pulled the ring from the box gently and let his eyes travel across the inner ring of the band.

I love you every day.

Harry must have read it ten times before he finally looked up at Draco - although his vision was a little marred by the wetness in his eyes.

“Do you understand? I wasn’t sure if it would be-“

“Draco, it’s perfect. Just ask me already.”

Draco smiled in that way he often did when he thought Harry wasn’t looking. Except there was no mistaking Harry’s gaze.

“Harry, will you marry me?”