She always looked fantastic. Even as a child, people would admire her curly brown hair, hazel eyes and the smile, a grin of such proportions and such impact, it was sweetness with a pitchfork. The smile could get her anything. Early on, it was candy or a new pair of Mary Janes, but as she turned into a lanky teen, her desires progressed. Then it was a pink transistor radio, rose shaped hair clips, and a new daisy patterned nylon bedspread. The wants did not stop there. She was also very selective about what foods she liked. Her tastes were so precocious that when her family would go out for a nice dinner, she would order Lobster Thermador, Croque monsieur or some other fussy entrée while the rest of the family would have burgers or chicken. No one dared tease her or she would throw a fit and cause everyone to stare horrified. It would be a tantrum so loud the wait staff would hide in the kitchen. She always got her way, so when she started dating and met the captain of the debate team, that was it. He was the one - she was going to have a husband and he was the target.
They married in a beautiful garden decorated with orange Gerber daisies strewn everywhere. The wedding was picture perfect. They ate Bouillabaisse, Ceasar salad, and had a four tier cake decorated entirely of Jordan almonds. It was a happy celebration and her parents were especially pleased to turn their daughter over as she was becoming more and more impossible.
Little did they know that the wedding night was the eve of a disaster. They left the party as happy husband and wife. In her light blue raw silk suit and matching Jackie O pill box hat, she looked divine. She was ready for her honeymoon. Next stop Tahiti!
They arrived many hours later and it was warm, very warm. They got to their beautiful hotel and she began to read the guest book. She loved the guest book. As she was reviewing the room service menu , the layout, and special information, one thing struck her as strange. It was a warning…….it said “Enjoy your stay, but please do not touch any of the drift wood on the shore. It has a curse. Just avoid it and your holiday will be secure.” Secure? That was odd. Being stubborn, curious and never one to obey warnings, she made plans to investigate. Late that night when her husband was sound asleep, she went to the beach. She collected all the drift wood that she could hold. It was beautiful - polished by the sea with striations of color running through the grain .
The next morning, her husband awoke alone! He began looking for her everywhere and eventually found himself scouring the beach for signs of his wife. What a beach! There was driftwood everywhere and at the far end of shore he saw what looked like a very small wooden figure. “The Warning! - she did not heed the Warning “, cried a hotel staff member running to the scene. “There is no way to undo this!”
He left the next morning, a widower on the first day of his honeymoon. She was the most beautiful and most difficult woman he had ever met - perhaps this happened for a reason. To this day she remains on his dresser. A wooden woman that wanted it all.
They married in a beautiful garden decorated with orange Gerber daisies strewn everywhere. The wedding was picture perfect. They ate Bouillabaisse, Ceasar salad, and had a four tier cake decorated entirely of Jordan almonds. It was a happy celebration and her parents were especially pleased to turn their daughter over as she was becoming more and more impossible.
Little did they know that the wedding night was the eve of a disaster. They left the party as happy husband and wife. In her light blue raw silk suit and matching Jackie O pill box hat, she looked divine. She was ready for her honeymoon. Next stop Tahiti!
They arrived many hours later and it was warm, very warm. They got to their beautiful hotel and she began to read the guest book. She loved the guest book. As she was reviewing the room service menu , the layout, and special information, one thing struck her as strange. It was a warning…….it said “Enjoy your stay, but please do not touch any of the drift wood on the shore. It has a curse. Just avoid it and your holiday will be secure.” Secure? That was odd. Being stubborn, curious and never one to obey warnings, she made plans to investigate. Late that night when her husband was sound asleep, she went to the beach. She collected all the drift wood that she could hold. It was beautiful - polished by the sea with striations of color running through the grain .
The next morning, her husband awoke alone! He began looking for her everywhere and eventually found himself scouring the beach for signs of his wife. What a beach! There was driftwood everywhere and at the far end of shore he saw what looked like a very small wooden figure. “The Warning! - she did not heed the Warning “, cried a hotel staff member running to the scene. “There is no way to undo this!”
He left the next morning, a widower on the first day of his honeymoon. She was the most beautiful and most difficult woman he had ever met - perhaps this happened for a reason. To this day she remains on his dresser. A wooden woman that wanted it all.
