“In your Easter bonnet,
with all the frills upon it,
You’ll be the grandest ‘lady’ in the Easter parade.
I’ll be all in clover and when they look you over,
I’ll be the proudest fellow in the Easter parade.
On the avenue, Fifth avenue,
the photographers will snap us,
And you’ll find that you’re in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet about your Easter bonnet,
And of the guy I’m taking to the Easter parade.”
There are certain people that are just “so New York” – this is one of them. “Ms.” Columbia.
Nothing but sheer unmitigated joy streams from him/her and people absolutely light up when she appears. The gall, nerve, insanity, craziness, devil-may-care attitude with a broad grin is absolutely infectious. The delight of living in New York, is you never know where she, the parrot on her head and her dyed-to-match-poodle are going to show up! Saks Fifth Avenue, parades, Greenwich Village, Wall Street, Broadway, Chelsea or on the Queens number 7 train heading for her own Easter parade 🙂
HAPPY EASTER !
I FEEL PRETTY!: This is Ms. Columbia, she is wearing her seasonal fall colors. Some would wear a cat on their hat, but she chooses to accessorize her hat with a gray parrot and a dyed-to-match poodle in her arms! Ms. Columbia has become a staple around New York and you never know where she and her true twosome will show up – any of our parades, Times Square, Greenwich Village or the ultra conservative Fifth Avenue just for shock value. With a heavy Columbian accent she will tell you she is the Spanish Lady Gaga and calls anyone who photographs her “my paparazzi.” She never asks for money as so many of our other ‘characters’ do, she does it for the sheer pleasure of it. For the Columbian Day parade she wears a dress made entirely from Columbian flags and of course dyes the poodle to match!
My favorite memory of her: I was across the street from Saks Fifth Avenue, waiting to cross the street and up to the curb at Saks pulls an Access-A-Ride Van, (vans that are provided for the elderly or disabled to get around the five boroughs). First emerged the wheels of the poodle’s baby carriage, then the poodle atop the carriage and then she in all her colorful splendor with the parrot atop her head, turning it’s head to see where mama Columbia had brought them for their afternoon stroll. I ♥ NY
“THAT GIRL”: Diamonds, Daisies, Snowflakes,
Chestnuts, Rainbows, Springtime…
Is That Girl,
Is That Girl,
She’s tinsel on a tree…
She’s everything that every girl should be!
I am crossing Christopher street and I hear this loud singing coming down the street. Then she appears. A tall beauty, in her thrift shop green lace dress, listening to her iPod. The joy of the music sweeps her up. She starts waving her arms to and fro. Jumps up and down as she gleefully saunters down Christopher street.
The dress is splitting open in the back because it doesn’t quite fit since, ‘that girl’ . . . is a boy.