|Photos of Elissa, Julia and me by Philip. Memory shots by Nana Franna..|
Additional fun provided by GranE and mama Julia, inside and outside the museum. .
When Elissa and I got to the museum, Julia was already there waiting in the parking lot with Philip, but she had "crashed the gate," as it were. There was no attendant at the booth when she arrived, she told us later, so she went charging over a snow bank and ended up taking two of those bright orange plastic cones along with her, stuck under her car. Rather than slowing down, she had sped up. I can picture her determination in going forward come hell or high water!
The attendant simply told us, "That lady over there went over the cones and I need them back. She didn't pay either." We looked under Julia's car in astonishment, and saw it was so. OMG! We paid up and laughed hysterically, wondering how the heck she had done that. Needless to say, it took a while to free the cones. Julia and Philip, bless his heart, got down on all fours, in freezing weather, to poke them out with a long-handled snow scrapper thing that GranE had. They got one cone out. One more to go. For that, Julia had the sense to get her old jack and raise the front of her car, no easy feat. It took time. But they did it. The cones were a bit smashed and returned the worse for wear. We all went merrily on our way into the museum, as if nothing had happened and all was right with the world. Elissa and I would just look at each other and laugh!
The dramatic entrance in the parking lot was worth the effort. Here we were, three generations, sharing the beauty and blessings of the Toledo Museum of Art, one of the best museums in the country. And every time we go to the museum, Philip becomes more observant, more ardent.
|This is for Julia, a Marilyn fan, |
taken in the little gift shop
selling "Made in Hollywood "stuff.