My Aunt Elaine celebrates her birthday this coming week.
Not sure what she’ll do to mark the occasion. But when she lived with my grandparents at 1107 Hope Street, she needed go no further than the calendar for a reminder of the big day.
Throughout her youth, my grandfather would mark each one of her birthdays with a special drawing of some sort.
He never did that for my dad, as far as I know. Maybe that’s because my dad — who is several years older than my aunt — was on his way off to college during the period for which we have calendars. Or maybe a lanky, sax-playing engineering student just didn’t make for good caricaturing.
But my grandpa does not seem to have missed a year without some sort of special drawing for my aunt’s birthday.
It’s kinda sweet to look at them all now, like a sort of annual father-daughter dance. Puckishness and creativity are two of my family’s more endearing traits … and what we have here is my grandpa harnessing his puckishness and his artistic creativity to express his love.
We’ll present a couple birthday drawings today, and a couple tomorrow. Happy birthday, Aunt Elaine.
More to come tomorrow.