Saturdays with Seniors: Ann, That Crazy Squirrel Lady

January 9, 2021 • Posted in guest blog, memoir writing by

I am pleased to feature Ann Parrilli as our Saturdays with Seniors guest blogger today. Ann joined the “Me, Myself and I” class last year when we were still meeting in person at the Chicago Cultural Center and continues writing — and reading — essays while that class meets via Zoom. Here she is with an essay about a city creature who stole her heart.

by Ann Parrilli

At peace.

I was clipping along on my daily walk when I saw, maybe 10 yards ahead of me, what looked like a hat on the sidewalk. A wrought iron fence ran along the left side of the walk — I’d be able to hang the hat there so the owner would see it the next time he or she passed by. I was almost on top of the object when I realized it was not a hat.

It was a dead squirrel.

My first instinct was to move it off the sidewalk so it wouldn’t be set upon by a dog looking for a playmate or, worse, a coyote looking for a tasty appetizer.

I did not have my latex Covid gloves with me at the moment, so my overriding second instinct was to play it safe and not touch it. I paused long enough to appreciate how the color and texture of its fur blended into the sidewalk in an uncanny composition of man and nature.

I walked on with that picture in my head. Twenty yards on, I turned back. Feeling foolish, and a little heartless, I pulled out my phone and took a picture of this arresting still life. He was a beautiful specimen. I knelt down on one knee to look closer. He looked well fed, with a thick and glossy coat. His closed eyes were bordered by feathery eyelashes that matched his variegated coat , a rich mixture of grey, white and amber. His ears were erect, ready to detect any danger. His back legs were muscular and flexed. It was as if he had fallen while still intent on landing on a branch just slightly out of reach.

I must have been there close to the ground quite a while. When I tried to stand up, I had to unfold myself in sections. An hour later I was startled to find myself at my front door. How did I get there? I don’t remember anything about that part of my walk. My mind was elsewhere.

Throughout the evening I would occasionally look at the picture I’d taken that late afternoon. He really was a beautiful creature. I slept fitfully that night, and by the time daylight crept into my room I gave up trying to rest. I knew what I had to do.

After gathering gloves, trowel, a low stool and remnants of a soft cotton sweatshirt I used to wear in my underheated San Francisco apartment, I resigned myself to be forever known in my neighborhood as “that crazy squirrel lady” and set off pulling my cart behind me.

The morning was pleasantly still and sunny, the kind of day that makes everything a bit easier. Arriving at the site, I found my furry friend lying peacefully under his tree. A kinder person than myself had moved him off the sidewalk to the comfort of grass and fallen leaves. What a relief to see he had not been disturbed by a predator.

It didn’t take long to dig deep enough. After lining his grave with my shirt, I gently lifted him into his forever home. He curled gracefully into the contours of the walls, much like, I imagined, he would have in his own nest. He looked at peace.

And, finally, so was I.

Sallie Wolf On January 9, 2021 at 12:03 pm

Beautifully written. A small vignette about a minor incident that conveys emotion and character subtly. Thanks for sharing.

Annelore On January 9, 2021 at 1:40 pm

Thank you Ann, you allowed us to follow every step of your emotions, making me wonder what I would have done. Living in the city we need to especially nurture the connection with nature and all those creatures big and small.

José DiMauro On January 9, 2021 at 3:26 pm

Beautiful story. Touching. Well written!

Ann Parrilli On January 9, 2021 at 5:39 pm

Thank you, Sallie. I very much appreciate your comments.

Ann Parrilli On January 9, 2021 at 5:42 pm

Thank you, Annelore. My little friend still has a hold on me. As animals often do, he put me in touch with an important part of myself. I check on his grave often to make sure it hasn’t been disturbed.

ann parrilli On January 9, 2021 at 5:44 pm

Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Jose.

mridula agrawal On January 10, 2021 at 12:25 am

So beautiful, touching and emotional. I loved it. I would pray for him.

You are a wonderful writer.

mary novotny On January 10, 2021 at 1:41 am

Great article about the crazy squirrel lady

Sharon kramer On January 10, 2021 at 6:16 am

I love your writing. You let us see all of your emotions. And you stirred mine. Thank you.

Dan Parrilli On January 10, 2021 at 6:30 am

Ann has written a very personal account of the tragic death of a squirrel. The vivid details made me feel like I was right there to observe her kindness to a friend who will never know…

Meredith Mullins On January 10, 2021 at 6:39 am

This is such an uplifting story in these challenging times. Every word has purpose. Your writing is beautiful. Thank you.

ann parrilli On January 10, 2021 at 2:59 pm

Mirdula,

And he will welcome your prayers and I do your kind words. Thank you.

Ann Parrilli On January 10, 2021 at 3:01 pm

Thank you, Sharon. What would writing be if it didn’t allow us to share emotions?

Ann Parrilli On January 10, 2021 at 3:09 pm

Thank you, Meredith. I know you understand the challenge of conveying much with few words. I appreciate your feedback.

Meredith Mullins is an award winning photographer and writer living in Paris. Click on her name above to visit her website.

Delia Seeberg On January 11, 2021 at 7:23 pm

Congratulations on your publication! You deserve the recognition for your piece. Thanks for bringing us on your – and your squirrel pal’s – journey.

Maria Cottrell On January 11, 2021 at 11:19 pm

In this last year of uncertainty, and anxiety, it was so calming to read this beautiful slice of life.

Ann Parrilli On January 12, 2021 at 12:38 pm

Thanks, Dee.

Your crazy squirrel lady aunt.

ann parrilli On January 12, 2021 at 12:49 pm

Thank you, Maria,

It was certainly a soothing, affirming experience for me as well. He remains a presence in my life.

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