What? You talking to me?

We live in deeds not years In thoughts not breaths In feelings not figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels noblest, acts the best.”
― Philip James Bailey

(wary eyed pigeon, Boston, Massachusetts / Julie Cook / 2014)

When my son was a little boy, he and I spent a great deal of time together. And not that it’s odd for a mother to spend a great deal of time with her child, my child happened to be only child with our living in a separate community from the one in which I taught, way back in the middle of 20 acres of woods. I was pretty much his only playmate, up until it was time to start school. His dad worked long hours so it was often just the two of us.

A favorite pastime would often find us curled up on the couch watching his favorite shows, with cartoons being a big part of our viewing. My dad had spent time with me watching cartoons so it just seemed natural for me to do the same with my child. And I must admit that those are some of the best memories I have of those simple easy days spent contently together–nothing special, no big deal–just he and I simply enjoying being together and laughing as we watched a silly cartoon

One of the cartoons we both enjoyed watching was the Goodfeathers.


Goodfeathers was the cartoon’s world take on the movie the Goodfellas. I’d never seen the Goodfellas movie but I knew enough about the movie to know that it was a story about the Mob. The cartoon was so tongue and cheek and such a funny take on the stereotypical life of Italian Americans and Mob life that I think I probably enjoyed it as much, if not more, than my son–and if the truth be told, most likely on a vastly different level. That subtle little nuances that only I could pick up on.

The Goodfeathers even had their own version of Marlon Brando’s role from the Godfather–a role portrayed by the Godpigeon.

good feathers

And so it was, on an idle evening stroll, along a beautifully old victorian era street lined with the brownstones of days gone by, that I spied a lone pigeon lounging along the rim of a bird bath. My proximity to him seemed to make no never mind, so I stopped long enough to take his picture.

Later, when I was actually going through the myriad of pictures I’d taken throughout the day, I noted the wary eye this pigeon shot my way–with the immediate thought and words of a young Robert de Nero—“What, You talking to me?”
Which in turn immediately sent my thoughts tumbling back in time, many years prior to a delightful time of joy and innocence when a mom and her young son lived a simpler time of contentment. . .

(cookie and little cookie, on his wedding day / June 7, 2014 –and it should be noted, he’s little cookie 😉 )

5 comments on “What? You talking to me?

  1. phyllissnipes says:

    Making me teary-eyed this early in the day!!! This is about the most precious picture I’ve seen! A special bond no others can share…and that is good.

  2. Teary-eyed is right! What a precious picture of you and your son on his wedding day!!! And what sweet memories you have of the times you two spent together. Hugs and blessings, Natalie 🙂

  3. Lynda says:

    The memories of times with our children are so precious indeed. I feel so blessed that now I have more memories of times with grandchildren as well. The greatest gift we can give to anyone is time and being present in the moment with them. I’m experiencing time with the grandchildren for the next few weeks so I may not be able to be present to you and your blog but please know that I will be present for the little ones!!

    • Lynda don’t you worry about blog life—enjoy your grandkids!!! My husband’s mother passed away yesterday—the family is a dysfunctional mess and I could write a book about them—there has been a deep estrangement –and has so much to do with this family’s business— but she was my son’s only grandmother as my mom passed away long before he was born—it has been years since we’ve really seen her–but when he was little she was very dear to hime—we visited the funeral home this evening and it was certainly emotional for my son now grown remembering the grandmother he loved as a child—
      Make those memories!!!

      • Lynda says:

        Julie, your family is in my prayers at this difficult time. I don’t think there is a family that is not dysfunctional. I have also been thinking about you because we are in the process of moving my sister from the hospital to a retirement home. She is about 9 years older than I but has had a more difficult life in some ways and really cannot live on her own. I have thought about your dad in recent days and the challenges that you have faced. I am pleased that your son has happy memories of his grandmother for that is a real treasure. Thanks for your kind words.

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