i was reading more in the reenchantment of art and realized the cover image was of fern shaffer in a costume in an ice garden here on the lake.  
when i searched her name rose shaffer, my grandmother, except for one missing e, came up first. then i thought of g.rose's sister, which was, i think, fern. or was that fern on my grandma weezie's side?  
i called mom and she said, i think fern was rose's sister who committed suicide, and also there was a fern rigg, on the other side. that fern drowned in a tin bath. 
then i looked at fern shaffer's site and saw that she made the latest image of herself in a wild grass suit on december 21, 2012, and she made i think 9 winter solstice photographs, which is my birthday. 
so i wrote to her in appreciation and to say how much the book means to me now. 

next morning. i'm sorry to say that my brain inserted the fern on my shaeffer side. i had a hankering for the uncanny bundle and went a bit beyond. as r. says, the world's uncanny enuf without makin shit up. but mom conspired in it too, she said there were two ferns, one hanging and one drowned, both sides of the family tree. later my brother said it wasn't it sonya who hung herself and i think he's right, and she wouldn't have been fern shaeffer but fern fox, which is also a plant, fern foxtail, though that's not uncanny i suppose. 
telling people about your uncanny experiences of life is like telling your dreams anyway, a real groan.

anyway i don't reckon i'll hear from fern shaffer, she probably already deleted me. 
but apetroff did reply to my query about his mailbox art i saw hanging from the tree: he said it wasn't him. and i actually called him ape troff in the subject box. so another uncanny failure.

now i'm just going to be humble and read annie besant and wait for the uncanny to find me.