My great-aunt was a great aunt, y’all. Bernice. We called her Aunt Mecy. Memories are sweet of her long red fingernails, her crazy driving at 90 miles an hour, and she could talk just as fast!
In her high-heeled house slippers (her regulars when at home), Aunt Mecy led me upstairs into her attic one day. She asked if I’d like to have this bird-cage, along with a retro floor lamp. Of course, I accepted. Not exactly the style of the ’80s, but to have something of hers was special. That was about 30 years ago. She’d had them at least 20 years, maybe longer, so these retro treasures are truly both. Retro, and treasures.
I don’t remember this bird-cage downstairs in her home, but she talked of having a bird in it at some point. Only vague recollections of a caged bird talking from her kitchen. Not often did we venture into that room, ’cause washing dishes wasn’t her thing. Learned early not to ask for a glass of water.
She lost Uncle George when I was young, a barber with a shop on Main Street. Aunt Mecy sold shoes just down the street. Went to the drug store counter for lunch every day.
We visited from out of state occasionally and would beg Mom to let us have a shake at the drug store. ‘Cause we didn’t have one of those in our suburb life, and certainly none with a counter serving food!
Aunt Mecy was a doodle. Every family has one. Do you have a doodle relative? I wonder if I’ll be the doodle for my family some day. Not all bad, ’cause they would remember me with some pretty funny stories.
I had this cage out on the porch. One day last week, I brought it inside. Decided it needed a little sanding and painting, to freshen it up and rid it of rust spots.
I keep a plant inside the cage usually. The floor of it slides out for access. I’ve wired the door open, ’cause I like it that way. Something about closed cages that unsettles me – too claustrophobic.
After a little fresh paint, I can’t decide where to put it. Definitely not outside again. Deteriorates too quickly.
Wherever it lands, it’s been fun spending time with Aunt Mecy this week – down memory lane. She didn’t know at the time, but giving me her bird-cage and lamp, seemingly every-day items, was more precious than diamonds. ‘Cause they remind me of her, my doodle aunt.