|Hat Tip to Darling Trudye aka Den Stylist Extraordinaire|
|Grandmother 'Dodie' and GSL Christmas Day 1964|
When I moved to Chicago back in 1988, my favorite day of the year was when I got to collect my dear Grandmother, 'Dodie', at O'Hare Airport for her annual Christmas visit with Auntie J. Dodie came up from Naples, Florida twice a year to stay with Auntie J for a couple of weeks and I always pulled rank on my younger cousins so that I would be the first to bask in her delightful company all by myself...just the two of us. If Dodie was still alive, that special day would have been today... two Fridays before Christmas.
|Dodie with her only daughter, my Auntie J circa 1944|
|Dodie, DRL, and GSL (front) at my grandparents 'Pete & Dodie' house in Westport, CT circa 1972|
During my early childhood, we lived only 2 doors away and I was there every day
The next best day of the Christmas season was always my dear Auntie J's famous Christmas Brunch, usually the Sunday before Christmas which she's been hosting for nearly 40 years. She lives in the beautiful village of Barrington and I love taking the train out and feeling as though I'm being transported into a Norman Rockwell painting with the train station and town square all decked out in Yuletide Splendor. For years, Dodie was the star attraction at Auntie J's brunch with the whole town turning out to feel the warm embrace of her cackle and purr with delight at the sound of her two favorite words: 'adorable' and 'darling' that with a Dodie utterance reached their apotheosis.
A week from Sunday, I'll be back at Auntie J's Christmas Brunch and at some point one of her longtime friends will ask me to regale them one more time about a Dodie/O'Hare collection from long ago...the time I forgot where my car was in the 8 story outdoor O'Hare carpark as I pushed a luggage dolly with Dodie in tow who began her day in 82 degrees and sunny and a few hours later was in minus 10 windchill in twinset and kitten heels. The anecdote is only slightly amusing until they remember when Dodie told it nearly 20 years ago...the house shook.
***Many thanks to Jill from the charming blog Everything Just So whose post today sent me on this joyful trip down memory lane.