Our family in a previous, previous generation was littered with characters. On our Mother's side. Somewhere, way back in the early part of the twentieth century, a cousin of maybe my grandfather's, a Cardiff girl, when the docks were the largest tramp steamer tonnage exporting port in the world, when coal and steel, and railroad track was loaded on to steam ships to be carried to the farthest corners of The Empire, decided that her very ordinary name was not going to sell the milliner's confections which she made by hand. So she called herself "Eva Bogutsky" and opened a shop in Cardiff's then most important shopping thoroughfare, St. Mary Street, Where James Howell's and David Morgan's Department Stores dominated the street. Her business grew, her hats became more and more adventurous, and just ever so slightly risque, providing an opportunity for the Chapel Bible Thumpers to call attention to the frivolous nature of women who bedecked themselves out in finery such as Eva Bogutsky's hats. I like to think that Bogutsky was composed of "bogus" and "guts" and Eva a reference to the woman who started it all by taking a forbidden bite out of a juicy apple.