What A Turkey

There are many private houses on Manhattan’s upper East Side in the 70s, 80s and 90s clear up to 110th Street.   Old prewar buildings that, if they could talk, would have endless tales to tell of its parade of tenants, past and present.

I always appreciate the window boxes you see filled with whatever is in season, along with how every holiday is happily celebrated.

Halloween is a favorite along with Thanksgiving and Christmas.  One family actually puts  a sled on their roof with reindeer and a Santa that moves while bellowing Merry Christmas, and to all a good night.

Another house has a loop of the film, Miracle on 34th Street on a screen in their bay window.

This past Halloween I saw a big black cat creeping down stairs after a mouse that would squeal every time he got too close.  It was pretty great.

Thanksgiving, three weeks away, is already in full swing.  Just yesterday, I marveled at a giant turkey sitting in someone’s front yard with a big, brown pilgrim’s hat that hung over one eye.

This morning I went by, and Mr. Turkey was totally deflated due to the rain we just had.  I stood horrified at what I was seeing.  I look up, and there’s a middle-aged man I’d guess to be the owner, looking down at me from a top floor, his glasses perched on his nose.

I stuck out my lower lip to show my sorrow at what had happened.

This guy then started puffing out his cheeks like he was playing the tuba.  Uh-oh,  I thought, is he some kind of perv, but then realized in my early morning haze, he was telling me he was going to blow the turkey back up.  LOL

Later in the day, I went back to see, and sure enough Tom Turkey was at his fighting weight once again.

I can’t tell you how happy it made me.         images


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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23 Responses to What A Turkey

  1. joanneolson says:

    I love this post and marvel at your/our capacity to find such pleasure in the everyday!

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  2. micklively says:

    Let us not get onto the subject of blow-up toys, Susannah. It will all end in tears. 😉

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    I love looking at the overly decorated homes during the holidays, but I wouldn’t want all that stuff in my yard. I hope that doesn’t make me a scrooge!

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  4. Holiday traditions need to be preserved. I myself, look forward to the familiar at this time of the year. And so many of our holiday traditions seem to be s changing somehow. Hard to put my finger on it.


  5. Elle Knowles says:

    Yes Susannah. Thanksgiving is upon us. I love the seasons celebrated in the right context. The time for Christmas lights should be after the Thanksgiving turkey but it seems those lights started going up before Halloween in some areas. The couple next door leave their lights hanging outside year round – though they aren’t turned on it still irks me. Don’t get me started on that one! There isn’t time to enjoy one holiday wholey before another one overlaps. Glad you take the time to marvel in the small pleasures. ~Elle

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  6. Mike Feddersen says:

    Growing up I remember my mom taking me and my sister Christi out to see the Christmas lights in our little town of 2000 people. We lived in the poorer side of town, but I didn’t know anything about that. I never knew what hunger felt like, mom kept us clothed, fed and a roof over our heads. Thanksgiving and Christmas are such great family holidays.

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  7. I love the owners attempt at sign language … lol!


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