Tonawanda News — Here is a story about my friend who I am thankful for. If you mention her at the Thanksgiving table you will be remembered (for at least a year) as the person who perked up the dinner conversation.
About 15 years ago, I answered the landline at my parent’s house. The woman on the line spoke with a soulful richness and was replying to an ad that I had placed in the paper. My cockatiels were first-time parents and their babies had fledged the nest. Caring for three cockatiels was manageable but I was up to seven in one cage.
She came later that day with her adult daughter who drove her and was surprised on how young I was. She met my parents, a few years younger than herself, and quickly made us laugh by calling my father Big Ken. She loved how healthy and colorful the birds were, and gladly purchased a cockatiel along with a cage.
As she was walking out the door, she teased, “On the way to the house we were going slow looking for your address, and the neighbors looked at us like they have never seen a colored person before.”
At that moment, all five of us laughed, and we have stayed friends every since. Earlier this week, I called Georgia Hunt up and we reminisced about the past 15 years. I learned that she has lived in Niagara Falls since she was 4 years old and was born in Shannon, Miss.
“I love my birds, you started me with them. Remember?” she questions me in her purring Eartha Kitt voice. After she bought the first bird she called me every few day to give me updates. She had a room just for the bird with toys, music and ample space to explore. I stopped running the ad and forfeited the money I could have made by selling the birds and offered her two more birds for free. I delivered them to her downtown house and saw the bird room. It was just like she described.