Monday, October 5, 2020

Sisters, Sisters

I have a sick penchant for rewriting song lyrics. And I have a love for words that borders on the unnatural. 

There are times when the two combine in the most horrible bad taste. Such was the case auditing this cemetery.

In one area I noted the graves of Lillie and Lura (what a name!) Brand in a large family plot. Something about the whole site struck me oddly. At first I could not put my finger on what it was. But it kept bugging me like an itch in my brain.

Eventually it struck me - these are spinsters, not wives of brothers! Spinster is on of those words that I love. It is so precise and evocative!

Usually when I see graves of unmarried women they passed away early in life. Not these two. Lillie was 55 when she passed away. Lura surpassed her by reaching age 81. No way these are women who passed before having the opportunity to wed.

No, these two had to be spinsters for specific reasons. 

My imagination reels. Were they too independent? Had no interest in men? Mentally unfit ('special')? Ugly as home-made sin? What were their reasons? Another of those mysteries I will never know the answer to.

Edit: 

Damn! I neglected to tie in the title. And the tie in was very much in mind when this was originally written.

Harken back the the 1954 film White Christmas. We are introduced to the characters played by Vera Ellen and Rosemary Clooney during their nightclub act. The do a routine to the song 'Sisters'. I kept thinking about rewriting the lyrics replacing Sisters with Spinsters.

Spinsters,
Spinsters,
There were never more confirmed spinsters.

No gentlemen ever came to call, no sir.
I needn't keep my eye on her.


You can see where that was going. Can't believe I forgot to include the reasoning.


Just damn.

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