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20 oktober 2005

Julia Bednar

...in her 1965 Pontiac Bonneville Convertible

My very own Auntie Mame, who passed away 10 years ago—and only six weeks after Allen had died, what a summer, heh?—would have been 75 years old today. Yes, she was born on 10-20-30.

I miss her, but the things she taught me, gave me, showed me will be with me forever. And every day.

She had a car. She had the car: a 1965 Pontiac Bonneville convertible. White top, white interior, midnight blue on the outside. It looked a lot like this:

268818~1965-Pontiac-Bonneville-Convertible-Posters

Although that picture doesn't quite do justice to the sheer mass and sprawl of the car. These do a better job (click for a full-size image):

Whitebonneville

It was the chosen shape and grace and spirit in which she glided through the world. She didn't always have it easy, but she always had her fun. I loved her very much.

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Wow ... she sounds like someone I would have really enjoyed knowing. And to have driven a car that I'd myself die for? Very cool.

Thanks for sharing her spirit.

My own beloved aunt, facing death after dealing with cancer for 19 years, decided she needed a black Corvette for her remaining days. She drove the hell out of it, raced kids in their new Mustangs, and would call me whenever she dusted someone at a stoplight. She was awesome.

Posted by: Chad at 21 oktober 2005 5:29

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