I Think She Haunted Him

On my first trip to Fox Lake, Wisconsin by son took me to see a memorial dedicated to Bunny Berigan.

I love swing music so of course I was familiar with Bunny Berigan’s music. He was wonderful:

Photo A.M. Moscoso October 17,2024 Saint Mary’s Cemetery Fox Lake Wisconsin, USA

Last month I was back in Fox Lake to visit my son and his family for Halloween ( my FAVE HOLIDAY ) and he chose Saint Mary’s for me to explore and take photos of. He was determined to find Bunny’s grave . Eventually have walking around for a bit, we did we found Bunny’s well tended grave with a trumpet on his headstone.

But this wasn’t just Bunny’s grave resting that we found under a weather worn tree , this was a family grave site.

Photo A.M. Moscoso October 17,2024 Saint Mary’s Cemetery Fox Lake Wisconsin, USA ” Joyce “Jo,” Berigan Born April 22, 1936, and died on July 4, 2011

After I got home and started to organize my cemetery pictures, I checked the names on the headstones to make sure I had the relationships to Bunny down correctly.

His daughter Joyce was an easy one because her information is right there on her memorial. His parents were easy to verify too. His brother Donald is buried behind him.

Bunny Berigan and his brother Donald are being pulled by their dogs, Tubby and Rover. Bunny is on the left and Donald is on the right.

Resting at the foot of Bunny’s grave is his daughter Barbara Ann.

Barbara Ann died in infancy and she died on Bunny’s Birthday- which was November 2nd.

It was a sad thing to run across, sadder still is that when I put her name into Wikipedia, I got the message:

Barbara Ann Berigan does not exist.

Photo A.M. Moscoso October 17,2024 Saint Mary’s Cemetery Fox Lake Wisconsin, USA

Bunny Berigan was only 33 years old when he died in New York City.

His  suffered from  cirrhosis which had severely damaged his liver. He was told to stop drinking and to stop playing the trumpet and he did neither of those things. People have written about why Bunny drank hard- the stresses of managing his career being one. But I’m not so sure about that.

I think that little memorial at the foot of his grave may have made his life a little harder to live and a little harder to bear.

Barbara Ann may not exist in the Wikipedia Universe, but she existed in her Father’s and maybe she haunted him as children who leave us early do.

For Writober Halloween Photo challenge: HAUNTING

Sort of Famous

Photographer Unknown

I was friends with a girl when I was growing up who had, how shall I put this kindly- she had a problem with telling the truth. She’d tell untruths about something as simple as what she ate for lunch.

I’m not sure why she did that, I know her brother was really mean to her and that she was adopted and  she felt like her  parents didn’t really like her,  but  looking back on it I’m not sure that was true that she was adopted.

Her brother was a jerk though. But the funny thing is, she never really talked about him.

So we grow up together, go through school together and about 10 years after we graduate she is on the news.

The newsstory was about a murder trial and she was on the witness stand and the person she was testifying against was found guilty.

Until that point I thought that when people said that they could feel their blood turn to ice in their veins was a saying. Well it’s not. It’s true.

My blood turned to ice in my veins as I listened to her, and the thought I held on to as I watched her was that there was a lot of other evidence in that trial for the jury to consider. Maybe too, after she grew up she stopped with the lying and the story telling.

That is very possible, right?

Hamish 101

Baby Hamish
September ’14
Photo A.M. Moscoso

My dog, Hamish Macbeth reminds me to be kind.

He reminds me to live and enjoy the moment and to get really excited when the cookie jar comes out because simple pleasures are tasty.

Hamish has taught me not to yell when I get mad, he has shown me that even when other dogs are mean to him he doesn’t start to hate all dogs. He doesn’t even dislike the ones who have been unkind to him in the past.

I used to think that my dog has taught me to be a better person, but that’s not true.

Hamish has actually  taught me to be a better dog.

Hamish Macbeth
Photo By A.M. Moscoso