Good afternoon, Maryanne. I was so excited to find the website about your grandmother, Connie Mangskau, that I just had to send an e-mail. You have done a wonderful job sharing photos and parts of her life with those of us that knew her. Before I get ahead of myself, I would like you to know how I found the site. I will try and condense a long story that I am sure most people might find a little hard to believe.
I have a small statue of Buddha in my living room that came from your grandmother's shop, Monogram. It wa
s a "going away" gift from your grandmother and Gigi Curzi, her employee and friend. I was getting ready to return to the United States in June, 1970 after a two year Army assignment in Bangkok and Connie and Gigi wanted me to have something special to help me remember them. I am not sure that they could have imagined how much their gift continues to do just that…and here comes the unbelievable part. Ever since having the Buddha statue, it has moved inside of its case, sometimes frequently and sometimes not at all, but always to its left. This has been happening since 1970 and at first I was a little concerned. I tried to blame it on earthquakes or the rotation of the earth or accidentally bumping it but was never sure my rationale was a sufficient explanation for the movements. Several years later, during a trip to Bangkok, I told Khun Gigi that the Buddha was moving by itself and I was a little perplexed. She smiled and told me "of course it moves, my dear, it has a spirit." From that point I just accepted the fact that I have a statue of Buddha that moves and that is that. My friends, or course, th
ink I have taken leave of my senses. Yesterday morning I noticed more movement than usual and thought to myself that the spirit seemed a little "restless." But it was time for me to go to work and deal with the Los Angeles traffic and not think about my moving Buddha. However, while driving I could not stop thinking about my time in Bangkok and conversations with your grandmother and Khun Gigi. When I finally arrived at the office , I got on-line, and "googled" your Grandmother, something I had never done before. I was amazed when I found your site. It was as if someone was leading me by the hand. Coincidence? I am not sure.
s a "going away" gift from your grandmother and Gigi Curzi, her employee and friend. I was getting ready to return to the United States in June, 1970 after a two year Army assignment in Bangkok and Connie and Gigi wanted me to have something special to help me remember them. I am not sure that they could have imagined how much their gift continues to do just that…and here comes the unbelievable part. Ever since having the Buddha statue, it has moved inside of its case, sometimes frequently and sometimes not at all, but always to its left. This has been happening since 1970 and at first I was a little concerned. I tried to blame it on earthquakes or the rotation of the earth or accidentally bumping it but was never sure my rationale was a sufficient explanation for the movements. Several years later, during a trip to Bangkok, I told Khun Gigi that the Buddha was moving by itself and I was a little perplexed. She smiled and told me "of course it moves, my dear, it has a spirit." From that point I just accepted the fact that I have a statue of Buddha that moves and that is that. My friends, or course, th
ink I have taken leave of my senses. Yesterday morning I noticed more movement than usual and thought to myself that the spirit seemed a little "restless." But it was time for me to go to work and deal with the Los Angeles traffic and not think about my moving Buddha. However, while driving I could not stop thinking about my time in Bangkok and conversations with your grandmother and Khun Gigi. When I finally arrived at the office , I got on-line, and "googled" your Grandmother, something I had never done before. I was amazed when I found your site. It was as if someone was leading me by the hand. Coincidence? I am not sure. While living in Bangkok between 1968 and 1970, I was assigned to the U.S.Embassy and worked with a lady named Caterina Rillo. We became good friends and she introduced me to her sister, Gigi Curzi. I was "adopted" by Gigi's family and quickly became enchanted with Thailand and its culture and wonderful people, including your grandmother. I remember spending a lot of time at Monogram eating pastries from the Erawan Bakery and listening to all of the wonderful stories being told by your grandmother and her friends. It was a life changing experience for me, a young man from Des Moines that had never been out of Iowa.
The years went by but I always was able to make occasional visits to Bangkok and become re-acquainted with the people and places that captured my heart. I was invited to Connie's beach house in Pattaya during one trip and I have attached a photo from that visit. I hope you can recognize Gigi and "Bert" another one of Connie's friends that worked for her. Have also attached a photo that was taken at Connie's wonderful Thai style home in Bangkok. It was a celebration for Gigi's 60th birthday on April 14, 1975. By the way, Gigi is now 92 and doing well. We are still in contact with each other except I call her by her Thai name, Malee. Her last name is now Ekaritbutr. Gigi's father was Ercole Manfredi, one of the Italian architects who came to Thailand around 1900.
I was in Bangkok on holiday when Connie passed away and can remember Gigi going over to your grandmother's house to help move the furniture around so Connie's spirit would move on and not try and stay in her home.
Anyway, I wanted to share a few stories with you and let you to know how important your grandmother was to me and how she impacted my life. And about the statue of Buddha, I am going to take it back to Thailand one of these days. That is where it belongs. I think your grandmother would approve.
Best regards,
John Mohler
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