A big weekend storm was predicted. Saturday, two inches of slop fell early which later froze overnight leaving an uneven icy mess on the sidewalks. Sunday when I woke I looked outside at the trees rattling wildly in the wind and decided I didn’t really need to go out for the newspaper. The wind kept up all day with a fine powdery snow spinning madly but there was no accumulation in sight. My windows all look out on an alleyway with a small wild area across the way where I toss bread and nuts for squirrel and bird entertainment for me and the cat. Usually this area of the alley is where the drifts occur during snowstorms, giving wonderful illusions that the storms are much better than they actually are, but nothing that day despite reports of a foot or so of new snow expected.
The next morning, I headed to the side door of the building and found a three-foot drift right outside. A set of footprints wandered off to the side avoiding the highest points. Thanks to the drifts and plows, some sidewalks that have been cleared only show the top foot or two of most people walking along the white corridor. Around town, especially near big parking lots, there are mountains of the stuff big enough to hide a bus behind.
Back in one version of the good old days, I used to take a bus route which no longer exists across the
Yesterday, I watched two documentaries, Grey Gardens (1975) and The Beales of Grey Gardens (2006). Two women named Edith Beales, mother in her late 70s and daughter in mid 50s at the time of filming in 1973 and 1974, former aristocrats, aunt and cousin of Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis, lived with many cats and wild raccoons (who were fed white bread) in a decaying East Hampton mansion. At one point, they faced eviction until Jackie had the place fixed up a bit. They spent a lot of their time singing. Perhaps a little nuts, but oddly attractive and attractively odd, they were very lively eccentrics in a world with no room for eccentrics.
They’ve recently been the subject of a Broadway play starring Tony-winner Christine Ebersole, who attended my alma mater a couple years before I got there. There’s also a movie being filmed with Jessica Lange and Drew Barrymore as mother and daughter, but at one point in the second documentary Little Edie says she wouldn’t want anyone playing her and I think I’ll honor her wishes and not see the
The mother died a couple years after filming. Somewhere among the DVD extras of the 1975 film, I heard that the daughter was living in