"When I finally give up the ghost, as long as I've left behind enough songs for people to listen to, I think that'll be enough." —Bert Jansch
RIP, Bert Jansch, a humble man and amazing musician. You are missed.
October 23, 2011
October 22, 2011
Here lies Petunia, faithful doll and snuggling companion. She was like a second pillow to me from first grade on up through
Unfortunately, preferential treatment has its drawbacks. In my teen years she was routinely kidnapped by guy friends and cousins, the subject of endless pranks and torture. Once she saw her life flash before her eyes while being dangled out the window of a Dodge minivan moving at 50 mph down the Blue Ridge Highway. Other times she was grabbed and twisted mercilessly into a breadstick-like coil (though Petunia always bounced back!). She lived out the last five years or so in the back of a closet, in a Rubbermaid bin full of spare sheets and pillow cases, the doll equivalent of a nursing home. She was stowed away because
I sewed Petunia into existence, with my grandma's help, when I was seven. Truthfully, I always found her a bit two-dimensional and odd-looking, with her thick bangs and prim lips and garish bow, the goose (not pictured) she inexplicably clutched to her breast... But she was loyal and dutifully pillow-like. My security blanket in doll form.
Petunia Gladiola Pearson passed away in late September 2011. I moved from one apartment to another and, in the process, had to pack up her Rubbermaid home. The move seemed to take a toll on her. Her body appeared more fragile than ever—her stuffing thinned, her stitches coming apart. To the end, she clutched her little goose, and in her trash bag tomb of broken picture frames and shredded bank statements, I think I heard her whisper "Sleep well..."
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