Character Descriptions

For me, writing Specific descriptions of characters, can be a challenge. I kinda like this one, though. The visual makes me giggle.

(Voice of eleven-year-old Emma June)

If anyone is two crackers shy of a box, it’s Miss Helen. She takes trips to the big city so she can get her hair colored orange that she thinks is red. It’s cut stylishly short but pokes out on the ends like soggy cactus needles. Each time she drives Moonbeam, the name she gave her brand new 1928 Ford Roadster, she wears the same red tam pulled down tight over her head, and the same flowered-y silk scarf draped around her neck. Her big bosoms poke the steering wheel that she clutches so tight, her elbows stick way out on both sides. Then she peers through the windshield wearing aviator goggles like she’s about to take Amelia Earhart for a plane ride.

 

 

I looked, but found something better

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I found a treasure instead. My piano, “Three-Legged Dog”, a 1917 parlor-grand Steinway piano, helped me write this poem for her coming-out, coming home party in 2000.

We celebrated her arrival in 1920’s costume and music.

She was born in Chicago in 1917, went to New York, was renovated, and settled in my living room many decades later.

So, here she is, my Three-Legged Dog, sharing her poem.

(I would scan the original  poem but, I’m happy to say, red wine stains cover some of the words. So I’ve retyped.)

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Well, I’ve seen a lot of changes 

many looks on many faces

But I’m wondering what you think of me tonight.

So I stand here in my glory

many years and many stories

And I hope to shed for you a little light.

So looking back, we’re sorting

we begin the process courting

of a kinship to discover varied pasts

And I hope that you will find me

just a little more enlightening

than the accumulation of years gone by too fast.

My insides renovated

many hands participated

in the making of this body – Parlor Grand

I’ve been sheltered, I’ve been trampled

left behind and gently sampled

But I’m balanced on these three legs where I stand.

Have you seen me at my low times

or my even just-for-show times?

Can you tell when I need company by sight?

Let me do some rearranging 

’cause the times, they keep on changing

So I’m wondering what you think of me tonight.

In front of you I’m standing

so proud of parlor granding

and though it seems you haven’t known me very long

I’ll keep us entertaining 

for the years that are remaining

’cause the bond I have with you is very strong.

So, I’ll be here ready for you

and I’ll try hard not to bore you

I’m  lucky and I thank the stars above

And I’ll be open, you will hear me

it’s my fortune if you’re near me —

CD-W, 10-24-2000

(or is this me I’m really speaking of?)

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