Julia Bednar
My very own Auntie Mame, who passed away 10 years ago—and only six weeks after Allen had died, what a summer, heh?—would have been 75 years old today. Yes, she was born on 10-20-30.
I miss her, but the things she taught me, gave me, showed me will be with me forever. And every day.
She had a car. She had the car: a 1965 Pontiac Bonneville convertible. White top, white interior, midnight blue on the outside. It looked a lot like this:
Although that picture doesn't quite do justice to the sheer mass and sprawl of the car. These do a better job (click for a full-size image):
It was the chosen shape and grace and spirit in which she glided through the world. She didn't always have it easy, but she always had her fun. I loved her very much.
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Wow ... she sounds like someone I would have really enjoyed knowing. And to have driven a car that I'd myself die for? Very cool.
Thanks for sharing her spirit.
My own beloved aunt, facing death after dealing with cancer for 19 years, decided she needed a black Corvette for her remaining days. She drove the hell out of it, raced kids in their new Mustangs, and would call me whenever she dusted someone at a stoplight. She was awesome.
Posted by: Chad | October 21, 2005 05:29 AM