Dennis took some enigmatic pictures of my grandmother with her parakeet in the mid 1970s. I think there were some even more interesting than this one. Petey, their parakeet, bought by my mother on impulse as a surprise birthday gift. She had no idea whether my staid grandparents would go for a parakeet. She figured the worse thing that could happen was that she would end up with a blue bird.
My mother, not shown, would have been in her early 50s; my grandmother Betty Ginsburgh, her mother in law in her mid 70s.
But it was a good call; to everybody's surprise, even their own, they loved the bird and kept him well-cared for for his entire bird life. When he died they didn't want another.
Did I pick him out? Maybe. Somehow, I have a memory of going to the bird place and picking out a more pastel bird. But I could be making it up.
Monday, March 3, 2014
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