Sunday, October 23, 2016
Today I am grateful for my mom’s 90th year on this earth. Today is her birthday, so it seems very appropriate to share the latest “guest columnist” piece which she recently sent me. I searched through old pictures for two hours and can’t find the one of him dressed as she describes, but it was a hoot. Long blond wig and all! Use your imagination.
In Memoriam, by June Jens
We have fond memories, right? Well I have one I’d like to share with you. It’s Halloween season, right? A fun time for young and old.
The nightclub my husband, Willie and I always went to was having a Halloween Party. I started thinking about costumes. Just in fun I said to my husband, “You should be very different this hear. Why don’t I dress you up as a ballerina?” Amazingly and to my astonishment, he agreed!!! I couldn’t believe it.
So I dyed his long underwear pink. After all, who ever saw a ballerina with hair on her chest? I made him a big fluffy pink tu-tu. Then we went and picked out a wig!
When we got home, he went down to his workshop in the basement. After a while he came up with a wand, with a star on the end of it, declaring, “I’ll be Tinkerbell!”
When we went to the party I told him, “Don’t talk!” He had such a profoundly low voice he would be recognized. Things went well. . .until he brought out his pipe and lit it. . .then everyone knew who Tinkerbell was. It was so much fun.
I went dressed as a witch. He said that it was appropriate. (Very funny.) I almost hit him with my broom!
We would have been married 70 years this year. . .but that still remains one of my favorite memories of Willie. . .whoops. . .I mean Tinkerbell!