An interesting, touching and amusing post. Kevin
Indian Head 1
It sits on the floor and the cat is scared to death. She’s never seen at eye-level a nearly life-sized plaster bust of a Native American Chief in full-feathered headdress. She skirts the edge of the living room, never taking her saucer-sized eyes off this menacing object. We all laugh hilariously. LOL, for sure, if that abbreviation had even been known back in the mid-1960s.
I’ve been hauling that thing around ever since then, through many moves. Right now it’s sitting on the sideboard in my dining room, surrounded by antique photos, as you can see in the accompanying pictures. That’s my grandmother at the left of the left-hand picture, with two of her friends, taken in the 1890’s when she was a “teenager” (another term never used in those early days) and the belle of the small town. And that’s my grandmother in the middle picture…
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