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Tuesday, March 31, 2026

Artist of a different feather



 For nearly half a century, one man lived inside a giant yellow feathered suit so that millions of children around the world would never feel alone.

His name was Caroll Spinney.
Spinney had been a puppeteer for years before Sesame Street came along. He had done local television in Boston, performed at small festivals, and tried hard to build a career in a world that didn't make space for people like him. He was talented, but he hadn't found his moment. Then, at a puppetry festival in Salt Lake City in 1969, a performance went badly wrong. The lighting failed, the film projections didn't sync, and Spinney stood on stage in front of an unraveling show.
When it was over, a man came backstage and said five quiet words: "I liked what you were trying to do."
That man was Jim Henson.
Henson offered Spinney a role on a new children's television show about to launch on PBS. Spinney said yes immediately. The show was Sesame Street. The character he was given was a large, eight-foot-tall yellow bird named Big Bird. And at first, it simply wasn't working.
The original Big Bird was goofy and clumsy — almost like a country bumpkin in feathers. Spinney felt it. The scripts were thin, the character felt hollow, and by the end of his first year, he was on his way to Henson's office to resign. In the hallway, he crossed paths with Kermit Love — the puppetmaker who had built the Big Bird costume. Love convinced him to stay one more month and give it one more try.
That one month changed everything.
Spinney made a decision that no one told him to make. He stopped thinking of Big Bird as a clumsy adult character and started thinking of him as a child — a big, gentle, curious child who was experiencing the world for the very first time. The movements became slower and more innocent. The voice became warmer and softer. Big Bird stopped performing and started wondering. He became someone who didn't understand why things were the way they were, who asked questions that adults had long since stopped asking, and who felt things openly and without embarrassment.
The producers noticed immediately. Scripts began pouring in centered on Big Bird. The character became the emotional heartbeat of the street.
But the moment that showed the world who Big Bird truly was came on Thanksgiving Day, 1983.
Actor Will Lee, who had played Mr. Hooper — the kind, bow-tied storekeeper — since the very first episode, had died of a heart attack in December 1982. He was 74. The producers faced a difficult choice: write him out quietly, recast the role, or do something that no children's television show had ever dared to do — tell the truth.
They chose the truth.
Working with child psychologists and experts in grief, the writers crafted an episode in which Big Bird draws pictures of his friends as gifts, and when he gets to Mr. Hooper's picture, the adults must explain to him that Mr. Hooper has died and will not be coming back.
The episode aired on Thanksgiving Day so that families would be home together to watch it and talk about it afterward.
Inside the feathered suit, Caroll Spinney performed Big Bird's confusion and grief with such honesty that the adult cast members around him were visibly in tears during filming — not as actors, but as real people who had loved and lost a real friend. The episode won a Peabody Award and was selected by the Daytime Emmys as one of the 10 most influential moments in daytime television history. Decades later, people were still approaching cast members on the street to say: "That episode helped me explain death to my child."
This was the power of what Spinney had built.
Behind the scenes, the physical reality of playing Big Bird was extraordinary. Spinney had to hold one arm raised inside the costume's head for hours at a time, operating the beak while surrounded by hot studio lights, unable to see directly in front of him. In 2015, the demands of the costume became too much for his aging body, and he handed the physical role to another performer — though he continued to provide Big Bird's voice until his official retirement in October 2018, after 49 years.
He performed Big Bird and Oscar the Grouch on more episodes of Sesame Street than any other cast member in the show's history.
Caroll Spinney passed away on December 8, 2019, at the age of 85.
Millions of children grew up feeling understood, included, and less afraid of the world — because one man, inside a hot feathered suit, decided to perform a giant yellow bird not as a character, but as a feeling.
He nearly quit in his first year.
Instead, he stayed — and gave the world something it didn't know it needed.

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Soul Dream

Telling people honestly how I feel.

Some deep-felt grief about my sick friend may have triggered this dream. I (in real life) just wrote her to say how much her being in my life has meant to me, and how I'll miss her when she's gone.

Thank you from the heart.": Depression Community - Support Group
Group hug from the internet

Well, I had a wonderful dream.  I was with a group of family and friends. We all said what we felt, and listened to each other well.  There was intensity of emotions, and hugs and tears.

I don't remember any of the people in my dream...but it was in technicolor! I seldom notice colors in dreams...but these people had skin tones on their faces, and they wore clothes in vibrant reds, browns, blues and greens.  There may have been 10 people, or maybe 20. I woke up from the dream, remembering the feeling of satisfaction, of comfort, of community with people of like minds.

My friend will continue to receive cards from me, since I know she went to the hospital a week ago.  I send them to her home, in case she has come home, and in hopes her husband takes them to her if she hasn't.  But until she gets on a laptop, I won't know...as her husband doesn't do emails.  He called to say she'd been admitted with pneumonia, and that he'd try to get her on her laptop soon. Her cancer was treated a couple of weeks ago to remove some in her brain.  She was still going to chemo though she needed a wheelchair to move about.

I know her 2 sons and grandchildren and friends will be around her helping keep her spirits up, and maybe giving care when she comes home. If she comes home.

She never answered my recommendations for Hospice Care. I had said how positive their care has been with friends, and how they are so helpful in making the experience of making choices at end of life into one that is rich and meaningful in the way the person who is sick wants.  But I dare say my friend is too private to consider them. It has been her choice all the time she's been sick with cancer to not have any outside care.

SO if she's reading this, I'm so glad she's on a laptop or pad.  And I so hope that she knows how much I love her and want each moment of the rest of her life to be full of joy and comfort, in exactly the way she chooses.

I also wish that her family find peace as she deals with her illness, as they deal with caring for her, as they come together in the love they share.

So many of her friends and family are praying for her. May she continue to know that she is loved immensely, and I am keeping her in my heart as long as I breathe.

Today's Quote:


Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a great battle. 
Ian Maclaren



Monday, October 19, 2015

Sharing my pain

Emotional pain.  My entire chest hurts from my crying.
I said good-bye to Muffin today at the veterinarian's office as she died in my arms.

She has been my companion, sleeping with me almost every night, for 18 years.

I cannot think straight, or do anything but minimal activities in between bouts of crying. 

I'm so glad I have Panther (or Painter) to cuddle with, and she's a wonderful comic.  I'm sure we will get through this and somehow fill the gap that is left in our lives in the shape of a small cat.

I will carry my love to her with me the rest of my life.