The Man. The Myth. The Legend.
Why peacocks? Well we'll have to rewind about 26 years to the time when my great-grandfather would take my mom and I to the Staten Island zoo, all the time. I can't say I quite remember these trips, but the pictures and stories have led to some wonderful memories.
Here we are!
Legend has it that I was enamored by the peacocks that would roam around the paths of the zoo and mimic their mating calls. It goes a little something like this ... "Waaa Waaa". All of the other patrons of the zoo would look around to see where the peacocks were, but alas it was just little old me repeating their mating calls.
Poppy and Grandma Sue
One of our many trips to the Staten Island Zoo.
From those days forward I would be known as Poppy's "little peacock" and every phone call would end with a "Waa Waa".
It has been many years since I was lucky enough to receive one of those phone calls, and oh how I miss them. The amount of peacock paraphernalia I have collected over the years pay a special tribute to Poppy. Every gift I receive or every peacock statue I pick up, I feel as though he is looking down on me and watching over all of us. So, Justin can roll his eyes all he wants as our apartment fills with peacocks (trays, framed pictures, statues, jewelry, coffee mugs, the list goes on and on ...) for I know that he and Poppy would have been the best of friends, discussing exotic meats and trips to the butcher, among other things.
So that, my dear friends and followers, is the story behind the peacock. A simple nickname that started so many years ago, and will always hold so much meaning. Poppy's fierce love for his family will live on in all of us.
This is The Social Peacock, signing out.
Waa Waa!!!