The Old
Man of the Mountain
My good friend Berta called a few weeks ago and
asked if I could create Christmas
ornaments dedicated to the beloved "Old Man of the Mountain". I said
I would but out of curiosity I wanted to know why she needed them.
As the story goes, Berta and Heather were headed
up north to the White Mountains of New Hampshire for the weekend. As
Berta was driving (a little too fast), Heather was a bit noodgy as co-pilots
often get.
As Berta carried on, she started to look upwards
out the front windshield of the car to get a glimpse of the Old Man of the
Mountain. This made Heather even more nervous and she insisted that
Berta, slow down, the old man will always be there and watch the road!
Unbeknownst to them, this would not be the
case. The Old Man of the Mountain’s
lower half collapsed during the night of May 3, 2003 and Berta never got to see
him!
For ten years, both Berta and Heather have been
entertaining this mishap by carrying on the tradition of the beloved Old Man of
the Mountain with surprising each other with trinkets and souvenirs that mark
the occasion of this unfortunate famous landmark to crumbles.
This year, being the 10th anniversary
of their journey to the north, Berta is celebrating one final surprise and I
had the honor to create the following plaque, ornaments and Squash Book to be
secretly placed on Heather’s mini Christmas tree and tipping the hat as the
final gesture to the Old Man of the Mountain.
The Squash Book is for their final photos and journal notes of this event!
For ten years, both Berta and Heather have been
entertaining this mishap by carrying on the tradition of the beloved Old Man of
the Mountain with surprising each other with trinkets and souvenirs that mark
the occasion of this unfortunate famous landmark to crumbles.
