A pair of tigers were at either side of the walk-in fireplace in the formal dining room where luncheon was served. Heads stuffed & setting on tall wood stools with the entire body skin draping down. (I remember each paw being as large as my head.)
A pair of Galapagos turtles, still alive, had their own garden room.
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It's been said we try to recreate the interiors that first impressed us as a child. Of course I've lived that cliche AND included the garden.
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Ironically, now this moment, getting a link for you of Edison Marshall, I've seen my first pic of Edison Marshall, and I think the 2nd time I've seen this tiger, below.
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Marshall had recently died. It was a somber luncheon but joyful too. We were meeting my grandmother's friend, Helena Mendocino, a doctor & recent Cuban boatlift participant, who had just married Edison Marshall Jr.
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Helena put her beloved Edison on tea. He was an alcoholic that stopped drinking for the love of his life. He told the charming story of going to a grocery store, for the first time in his life, the previous month. He loved the conveyor belt.
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The Marshall house had a ghost. We were dutifully shown the room it occupied.
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Staff answered the door, served luncheon & totally enchanted me.
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Edison Marshall Jr. carried a large Coleman thermos full of tea with him the rest of his days.
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When Mrs. Marshall senior passed she left her collection of gloves to my grandmother, their hands small. When grandma died I got the gloves, they are in my closet now, my hands their size.
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Edison & Helena continued in my life till they passed. Their friendship a great joy to my grandparents.
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More to the story but even in death I feel honor bound to my grandma to only tell you, at most, the above.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
4 comments:
A very inviting garden beyond those grand doors... lovely!
Bec x
Thank you for sharing what you did, Tara. These no talk rules, family and otherwise, form a complex but fascinating aspect to our being-in the-world.
What a story! I love the concept of substituting tea for alcohol. I love tea so much that this makes perfect sense to me!
That first picture is divine.
Holly
What a lovely story...Tara you must have those gloves framed (in a shadowbox perhaps), then you could enjoy them everyday.
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