Definition from the Oxford English Dictionary: ‘ Magnificent, splendid, large’
We plant trees for the women in our family who die. It began with a Redbud, my mother’s favorite, at the world headquarters of Unity Village, Kansas City. Then came a Magnolia for our forty-nine year old sister, Gretchen. It was placed twenty feet from Mom’s Redbud, which died shortly after Gretchen’s tree went in the ground. We bought a replacement, it died too, and now we commemorate them both in the Magnolia.
Near the end of Gretchen’s life, she took care of someone’s house, plants, and animals while they were on vacation. Early in their week of absence, she got all gussied up in one of the owner’s cocktail dresses, shoes that Gretchen could barely walk in, and adorned herself in jewels. She drove their BMW to a bar, brought a guy home, and as if she lived there, entertained him for six nights in a row.
On the eve before the owners return, Gretchen called me and explained her predicament, not knowing what to tell the guy. I said, “You have to tell him the truth.”
“I can’t do that! He’ll think I’m a big liar.”
“Well, what if he knocks on their door looking for you?’
“I know, what should I do?” I heard the conspiring laugh.
“ I think you have to tell him, Gretch.”
I never found out how she got out of that one. Smoke inhalation in an apartment fire took her life. At her memorial, during the informal stories from those she saved and loved when no one else was there for them, a teary-eyed tall blonde stood to speak.
“Gretchen worked for us a few days a week,” she said. “She only did what she wanted and it wasn’t that much.” A knowing laugh erupted from the attendees. “But she was so good with the kids and our pets.”
Remembering Gretchen’s description of the woman whose persona she assumed, it was clear I was looking at her. “The weird part though, “ the woman continued, “is how much time we spent talking to her, about her after she went home, and even my friends called to hear the latest Gretchen episode. She drove us a little crazy, but we’ll really miss her.”
I view Gretchen’s week of borrowed identity as a climactic convergence. She’d always been a prankster, an envious person, she possessed theatrical flair, and an impulse to impress. And she felt most alive the moments after a big scare. But the biggest influence in her life was disappointment. In Gretchen’s mind, it was only through intrigue and risk that she could begin to approach her magnolious potential.
Magnolia photo by Marissa Bridge
I love the thought of living life in a magnolious manner, shaking it up and not being a victim of mainstream boredom even if it does present challenging issues. What a beautiful photo and incredible story that makes me wish I had known Gretchen.
You might have met her but she could have been in Texas at the time we knew each other in Spfld. Then again, you would most likely remember for sure.
Wow, Stephanie, such poetic insight
about your sister. Beautiful writing!
So glad you’re out there reading!
This is really wonderful Steph.
Thanks, Mel, typing away. She’s always a great subject.
So are you!
Beautiful Stephanie, I really didn’t know Gretchen well but what a story. At least she was not a boring person.
Thank you so much, it pleases me that you read it. I was working on it at your house. No, she was not boring, at all.