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My parents’ first house was on a shady street in the Bronx bought after WW II on the GI bill.  My dad set up his medical practice on the first floor and we lived on the floor above.  (See also Fluffy, or How I Got My Dog,   Magnolia, The Story of a Garden,  and Parkchester, Celebrate Me Home)

In a few years my folks were able to plan an addition to the house to enlarge my father’s office and our living quarters,  and also to finish the third floor attic where my sister and I would have our own bathroom and new bedrooms.

My mother was an artist and she drew up the architectural plans herself,  and my parents hired Joseph Bucco & Sons,  Contractors to do the work.   I was only six at the time but I remember Mr Bucco very well.   To me he was a gentle giant,  a big strapping man with a lilting Italian accent and a contagious laugh.  He and my mother respected each other as fellow artisans,   and I can still see them,  heads together,  pouring over the blueprints spread out on our dining-room table.

And I remember watching in fascination as Mr Bucco and his two sons transformed our house,  sawing floorboards and mixing cement in our backyard.   And despite warnings of danger from the grown-ups,  I remember playing in the yard amidst a delightful jumble of tools,  and lumber,  and bricks.

When the construction was finally complete,  my mother took a large nail and inscribed the year –  1950 – in the wet cement on our new cornerstone.   It was then time to paint the house.

“ I want a warm,  rich,  light brown.”  she told Mr Bucco,   and so he brought her many paint color swatches to consider as they stood on the lawn looking up at the house .   But none seemed warm enough,  or rich enough,  or light brown enough to suit my mother and so,  anxious to please,  Mr Bucco began to mix the colors himself.

He persevered good-naturedly for quite awhile but my mother was still not satisfied when our cat Ginger chanced to saunter by.

“That’s the color!”,  cried my mother,  and scooping up the cat she sat down in a garden chair with Ginger in her arms.   Mr Bucco knelt beside them,  and looking from his feline model in the chair to his paint cans on the lawn,  he mixed the colors until his patroness was satisfied

By then Ginger was asleep in my mother’s lap,  oblivious to the decisive role she had played in our domestic quandary.   And still I wonder,  were we the only family in the Bronx who painted their house to match the cat?

Dana Susan Lehrman

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Characterizations: funny, well written

Comments

  1. Khati Hendry says:

    I loved this story. So often renovations are not as much fun. Your mother was definitely an artist. We struggled with paint colors too, and bits of internal decor, until one day we realized we had designed everything around our favorite novelty set of salt and pepper shakers (looked like a chair and ottoman)!

    • Thanx Khati! Like my mom I love renovating, but I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea!

      After we did a big renovation to our apartment years ago I walked around with a punch list of things that still needed to be completed or purchased.

      I remember when I crossed off the last item I felt my heart sink!

      Love the description of your favorite salt & pepper shaker! I have a club chair and ottoman story but am waiting for the right prompt!

  2. Betsy Pfau says:

    Fond description of your mother with the ever-patient Mr. Bucco, Dana. And I love that your cat was the model for the mixed paint color. Must have been both soothing and a charming reminder of your beloved pet!

  3. Suzy says:

    Lovely story, Dana. As a cat-lover myself, I think the idea of painting your house to match your cat is wonderful. And the image of Mr. Bucco mixing the colors while looking at the cat in your mother’s arms is priceless!

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