Legacy and the Good Life


my new hat


My grandmother had a hat with a big, sweeping pheasant feather swooping up from the pillbox atop her grey head. I only remember seeing her wear it once but clearly the sight was unforgettable.

Under her bedroom vanity there sat an automatic foot massager.

Next to her bathtub was an electric towel warmer.

She wore JOY perfume.

I don’t believe she had any really good girlfriends she could let down with.

She seemed so utterly lonely to me

But she loved the natural world

And it loved her back.

In the pond her home bordered swam 4 black swans with bright red beaks the two of us would go feed following a lunch together. The swans were a gift to the city from her.

That pheasant-feathered woman morphed into a soft and wonder-eyed human humbled by the beauty of those swans gracefully accepting her offerings.

Our relationship was mostly silent. We just knew one another on a very intimate level.

Her legacy to me is broad and treasured; the deepest love and appreciation of the earth and all that is connected to it, the value of good manners, enjoyment of the finer things in life but without the sense of entitlement, liquor (hers in sauces..mine in a glass), adventure, curiosity and a love of hats.

I miss her very much.


5 Responses to “Legacy and the Good Life”

  1. Debra Moody on April 16th, 2016

    What a beautiful, soulful tribute to your grandmother. Those connections are so important to our being and carry us through our life – as is obvious from your writing. I raise a glass to your GRANDmother for sharing her wisdom with her GRANDdaughter. Cheers to you both! <3

  2. Carole Zoom on April 16th, 2016

    You look maaarveloos!

  3. gerry harty on April 16th, 2016

    I so love your story.And your Grandma must be smiling at all of those memories that you are sharing with us!Love your hat!!! xoxo

  4. Barbara McDaniel on April 26th, 2016

    i always love hearing about your grandmother! and your new hat is SO suited for YOU!!

  5. Jann Tenenbaum on April 27th, 2016

    Oh my god Girl, you are exquisite.
    Oh were I to pass you on the street!
    You know I would tell you I love your hat. I wouldn’t hold back.
    As much as I love the poety and your incredible silken insights,
    You have told me many stories about your Grandmother, its nice to hear one more.

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