The American Pies-Bent Willow Woman's Adventures in Bend

 When Bent Willow Woman arrived in Bend, she was dressed in a beautiful outfit, but was quite bald...and she so wanted some hair.  Along with this request she began to reveal to me, a wild and wonderful adventure that she had experienced.  Jesi had written a poem which inspired this wise and wonderful woman...and she truly was this woman. 

But...she had a hidden crazy side...she whispered to me that at one time she had been a flower child...a "hippie".  As I styled her beautiful long and wild hair, and began to weave a few leaves and flowers into that hairdo, she began to talk of these adventures.  She grew excited and melancholy at the same time.  She paused..she wanted to see her new hairdo.  As she looked into the mirror, she gasped and said it was just what she wanted...flowers in her hair, just like the old days.  She decided that she needed a little color on her cheeks, so we got out the makeup.  "Ahhh, that's better she told me...







and then continued on with her story.  It seems that in the 60's she hung out in Sausalito and Berkeley California with the flower children.  These were great times she told me...free and friviolous (just a little out of character for such a wise woman) but she decided to throw caution to the wind.  Why she told me that she even burned her bra!!  One day she and a group of friends heard of a concert in New York and they all piled into their "flower power" bus and off they went to the "Big Apple"

The Bus



The Friends

Off they went to WOODSTOCK...Ohhhhhh Bent Willow Woman...ROCK ON!!

Bent Willow Woman lying in the flowers reliving "the good old days"

She shared with me, her Woodstock poster and a picture of a few friends that she met there!
Being the "earthy" woman that she was intended to be, why it was only logical to her that she should experience that crazy decade to it's fullest.  She also shared with me, her love for all things of the earth, especially the animals.  She found some little chenille birds from the 60's that I had collected and asked if she could have them.  We put one in her hair, on her wrist and one sits on her belly.  This made her very happy.  Late one evening she went outside and sat by my frog pond for a while.

The sweet little frogs sang and croaked happily to her as she enjoyed the clear night sky and the scent of the geraniums.  Well, the time has come for her to say goodbye and move on to Lisa in California. (oooh...maybe she can catch a glimpse of some of those crazy places she has been).  I will miss you Bent Willow Woman and all of your wonderful stories.

Shirley, our kitty was also intrigued with her...I wonder what she is wispering in her ear??  Or could this be a kiss goodbye?  I am sending her off with one last gift...a little vial of "patchouli" oil to remind her of those wild and crazy hippie days and of our time here together.  Travel well Bent Willow Woman!