Lasting Impressions

Six hardhats holding hands creating a barrier for a group of preschoolers to insure their safety.

The first whiff of spring.

Audrey Hepburn refusing more cancer treatment so she could return to Somalia to complete her work there before she died.  

Kate adopting two one-eyed cats almost identical, leaving but two eyes between them.

Anything Ernest Hemingway ever wrote.

Mimi’s New York memorial service, standing room only. The family renting her place attending when they never even met her.

Mike the Pitbull belonging to a well-off Waspy woman who rescued him in the 11th hour, a fact Mike clearly knows, never leaving her side like a 4-legged Pinkerton Guard.  

Bill Hicks dying at 32.

All alcoholics and addicts who bravely kicked their addictions living one day at a time.

Caroline Kennedy weathering so much loss, still noble, still so like her mom, the last one standing.

 The Freedom Riders fighting for their Civil Rights, who made out their wills before getting on the bus knowing, they might not come back.

My friend David Stewart saying, the only thing Christine Blasey Ford had to gain standing up to Brett Kavanaugh, was to ruin her life

Anthony Bourdain ending his.

Donald Trump getting elected president.

Robin Williams.

Kids with cancer who smile nonetheless happy in the moment, along with their parents despite knowing how sick they are.

Bobby Kennedy standing at the podium happy, minutes before he was fatally gunned down.

Bambi crying for his mother.

Gurgling babies peeking from their carriages, voices of the future.

Families all dressed up, going to temple on Jewish holidays.

The time the actor, Peter O’Toole, came into the Madison Pub and ate chili in the kitchen while chatting with Manny the cook.   

Rocky Mazzilli, my friend Chris’s elderly chihuahua they said was a goner who, after an operation to clear his lungs, looks 5 again…eating like a teamster, teasing his sister Coco with the heart of a little lion…

hope and love leaving the most lasting impression of all.     



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 Thanks.
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19 Responses to Lasting Impressions

  1. You picked some very touching moments. You look like a young Audrey.

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  2. Rubenstein, Hal says:

    Very touching.


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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, what a poignant list. Your impressions have left an impression on me.

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    • I’m glad since, no one else seems too moved. I should make more of an effort on social media but frankly Skinny, I could be writing or reading. Just have no interest. I thank you though, so much for doing me the honor. 🙂


  4. robprice59 says:

    They call it emotional baggage, which suggests a burden. Your list seems more like a helium balloon to buoy you up.


  5. Nothing leaves a bigger impression on me than a chihuahua in a hoodie … that face is too much!

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  6. I love that not all of your lasting impressions are positive. We learn as much if not more from the negative impressions – a chance to turn the wheel and make positive those things we think we despise.


  7. I wish there was a “love” button for this post. Speaking of lasting impressions, I will remember this for a while. I’ll add one to your list too, at least for myself: the first Athingirl post I ever read: Lunch with Jesus, which I’ve never forgotten and I love to go back and reread occasionally. 🙂

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    • I remember that post. I don’t remember most of them by the way as though I were a screwball, channeling all the nuts who came before me. Your remark I listed lingers like the sad aftermath of the recent California fires. That poor, brave woman. God bless her. Sigh


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