Aunt Bunny’s Postcards

My great, great Aunt Bunny remains a lifelong source of inspiration for me. She was my father’s, mother’s, father’s, sister. Born in 1875 1877, two years after Carl Gustav Jung, she died in 1965, when I was only 7. She lived in an old house on Maple Avenue in Patchogue, Long Island NY, a couple of miles away from where I lived until my move west in 1991.

Anna Rebecca SmithI clearly remember visiting her somewhat exotic house as a young child. I knew she liked me, and for a young child that is so important to know, especially from an adult that is not your parent.

Aunt Bunny’s house was very old and she had a lot of stuff, everywhere. She would let me go through the bottom drawer of a dresser of some sort that she had in her living room. She collected many things, but was not a pack rat.

Aunt Bunny never married, had a live-in female companion (ooh!), was very opinionated, played pipe organ in the Methodist church, taught piano to local children, including my grandmother on my mother’s side. Yes, she was, next to my grandfather on my father’s side, my favorite relative outside of my immediate family.

I loved visiting her and being in her house. She collected exotic stuff, much of which was from her travels around the country and the world. Happily, my dad recently passed along some of the things that he kept that she had collected – including postcards, cigarette cards, letters, stamps, and currency from around the world.

Although never having met her, my husband shares my love of Aunt Bunny’s collections and is currently scanning her postcard collection. He wants to start a blog and share these wonderful glimpses into another time with you. I told him to go for it and have offered to help him set up his blog. So, if any of you have tips on picture-friendly templates, let me know. It might be awhile before his blog is ready to go live, but I am very excited about it and hope it is ready to share sometime this month.

I will have more stories of Aunt Bunny and her amazing life, which continues to inspire me even though she has been dead for so many years.

Strong words from another strong woman, Thanks Joni:

You’ve got to shake your fists at lightning now
You’ve got to roar like forest fire
You’ve got to spread your light like blazes
All across the sky
They’re going to aim the hoses on you
Show em you won’t expire
Not till you burn up every passion
Not even when you die

Walkin’ the Dog

My husband and I live in a neighborhood where many of our neighbors are avid walkers, very old school, I know. Having lived here some ten years now, there are some familiar faces and even neighbors we have come to know, at least on a first-name basis.

There is a man, who I have never spoken to (although it wouldn’t surprise me to learn that my husband has!), who can be seen walking by our house nearly everyday. Even in the worse weather, he’s out there which is more than I can say for myself. My husband and I are both avid walkers and our decision to buy this old house was based primarily on its proximity to downtown which features a lovely riverfront park and a local brew pub where you can relax and enjoy a pint.

Anyway, what I wanted to share with you was a recent insight that this man provided me just by his continual presence out my window. When I first noticed him, his gait was slow and he was a huge man that didn’t look very well. He sweated even in the cold!

The other day, as I was out walking the neighborhood, I passed him by. Seeing him up close for the first time in awhile I couldn’t help but notice that he looked quite different. He must have lost a bunch of weight. His face has changed, not only thinned out, but looking less stressed.

I thought to myself, good for him.

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Walking for me has always been a source of inspiration for writing as well as carthatic when feeling blue. My husband and I have had some really great conversations when we walk. What it is about walking that enlivens us can and probably has been defined. But for me, the feel-good quality of walking and the immediate sense of being in the world our both true blessings.

Thank you neighbor!