I’m the little on on the right. There was this accident in the kitchen. Horrible! A big iron pot befell on my head. I don’t know if it was full of boiling water because when it fell I was dead. Very sad… but this painting of me and my mom and sister is beautiful, and it is in the Philadelphia Museum of Art. My mom’s name was Savage, but she wasn’t at all…she was beautiful!!! And kind. And that’s why my dad Joseph (Napoleon’s brother) took her as his American wife… but that’s another story. Her family from Philadelphia was not very rich but they were very religious, and made sure I’d be in a religious place like St. Mike’s.
And I’m still around… because of the dove on top of my tomb. Please give me a hug as you pass. I’ll send you a thank you somehow. Please don’t be surprised. We’re all in this together you know.
Love, Pauline
And guess what, someone has even created a website for me where you can leave flowers!!!!