peacocks — thoughtsinbuttermilk

Palmer House One of Louis Tiffany’s beautiful bronze peacock doors that adorn what is now the Palmer House Hilton. The doors were originally designed for the C.D. Peacock Jewelers store which once had a home on State Street.

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    • Definitely. So beautiful. Peacocks was an amazing place. We got our wedding bands there, a million years ago. 🙂

      • Kiki says:

        wow again. I am always deeply touched by such craftsmanship, the stories behind, the love that went into such incredible work. And Happy Whatever Anniversary that makes. I admire ANYBODY who is staying married nowadays (incl ourselves) 😉

      • Peacocks was the top of the line in elegance. 🙂 We started going together when we were 14. He died 8 1/2 years ago of leukemia (so did our son). I miss him every single day.

  1. There is a lot of beauty in the world today, you just have to open your eyes to see it. Thanks for sharing the door and the story behind it. It can’t be easy living through riots, thankfully I haven’t been anywhere near a riot where people had (relatively) easy access to guns. The molotov cocktails were bad enough but if there had been guns as well I’m sure more people would have died.
    I’m so sorry for your loss, time doesn’t heal the wound of losing someone you were close to for years, it makes it easier to remember the good times without feeling guilty so please remember the good times you had together and don’t spend your time thinking of his illness before he died. I’m sure he would prefer you to be happy with his memory.

    • Chicago has a lot of amazing and beautiful things. Sometimes not a lot of the people, but most are wonderful and very kind. The bridges are up today, so no one in or out. Things are bad right now. All we can do is wait and see what happens next. Thank you. Loss is something that stays with you forever. No doubt about it.

      • I still miss my mum, she died 35 years ago and not a day goes by when she doesn’t enter my thoughts. For a long time my dad blamed me for her death because she died on a Wednesday when I was down picking my daughter and her step-brothers up from the South of England for the summer. Normally I would go round to see her on a Wednesday afternoon to just spend some time talking to her. Most of the time we spoke about nothing in particular but occasionally she would tell me about what my dad had been doing to her, I still can’t force myself to call him to this day even though he’s 93 this year and in a care home.

      • OMG You are not responsible for what happened to her and you don’t have to ever call your father, no matter how old he is. You loved your mom and did spent time with her. You did the right thing, and picking up your kids was also the right thing. Whatever you father did to her is on him. You are okay and have no reason to feel guilty about anything. I’m not one of those who believes in “forgiveness is everything,” people. I don’t hate people, I just let them go out of my life. When my mom was dying she said, “Take care of your father for me.” I said, “No. I never liked him and I hope to never see him again.” I said, “I’ve never lied to you and I won’t start now, by making promises I won’t keep.” That was the right thing for me today. When my father came to the hospital, that night, I told him to stay with her until I went home and checked on the kids and everything. I told him not to leave until I got back. The nurse told me he left right after I did and my mom died alone, while I was driving back to the hospital. He couldn’t even stay there for an hour or two because he had to go and see his latest girlfriend. Some people just don’t deserve our attention, just our indifference.

      • Thank you for your kind words, for a long time though I was beating myself up for not being with her, because I loved her so much and she was alone when she died. I am not one of those people either, which is why I really can’t be bothered with my dad. We travel to Scotland at least once a year to see my youngest brother and his family and I have always put off going to see my dad until Paul (my brother) makes me feel so guilty by telling me how much he and my other brother do for their dad, who by a quirk of fate is mine as well, so I go and see him for an hour, but at the end of that time he had told me the same story about 14 times and I couldn’t take it any more so I left.
        If things had been different and it had been him who died instead of my mum then I would still have been living in Scotland near her. When I was really down on my luck mum told me to come over and she would let me stay there with my gf of the time, but she would have to ask dad how long we could stay. When we arrived mum said dad only really wanted us there on the Friday night but because it was the weekend he would grudgingly let us stay until the Monday. On the Monday we went to the council to see about getting somewhere but were told there was a six month waiting list. Anyway, I won’t bore you with any more just now as after 2 weeks things were getting really hairy between me and dad so we ended up moving into a caravan (when the site opened up for the spring season) and were there from April to October.

      • Parents aren’t always easy, that’s for sure. Just stay away as much as you can.

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