The Ugliest Duck I Ever Saw

I always admired a duck that I gave to my grandma (Gma) for her birthday when I was about four years old. My mom told me that I could pick anything out in the store and I selected the most beautiful piece of poultry that my young eyes had ever laid eyes on. I mean, what’s not to love about a greenish, purplish, blueish, yellowish, its color depends-on-the-kind-of-light you hold it in (my motto of the gaudier the better began at birth, apparently) four-inch duck figurine?

You know you want one too. Admit it.

I assumed that Gma absolutely adored this duck. She kept it in her china hutch for as long as I can remember, prominently (I clearly mistook for proudly) displayed on the front shelf and every time she caught me peering at it through the fancy glass doors, she’d remind me that I gave her that bird. When she moved to a new address and sold the duck’s hutch home, she moved its nest to the top of her TV.

As Gma has gotten older, she downsized her square footage and began weeding out her ‘pretties’ (as she calls them).  And the gift givers have received their presents of past back – I now own a frame with “Best Grandma Ever” engraved on its front and a magnet that says “Home is where your Grandma is,” (lucky me). Because of her love of the birthday duck, I was shocked when it was one of the chosen pretties she handed to me.

Never one to mince words, Gma said “that’s the ugliest damn duck I ever saw,” (such a sweet, old lady) and put it into a box for me. Wondering why in the hell she ever kept the ugly duckling in exhibition for decades, as I went to set it next to her picture it dawned on me.  She kept the heinous bird out for the same reason I’m keeping it on my beautiful mirrored dresser (where the duck sticks out like a quack in a pack of meows) – it reminds me of her.  It’s one of the best gifts I’ve ever received.

She still has to tolerate the damn bird, as it taunts her picture daily!

4 thoughts on “The Ugliest Duck I Ever Saw

  1. Grandmas see past the ugliness of the gift, into the heart of the giver. I know–my granddaughter recently gave me a portrait she drew of me. I resemble a pacman on stilts, and it sure looks like I’m piddling on the floor. I don’t get it, but I love it.

  2. Janie says:

    Grandma loved that duck cause it came from you.

  3. Mike Bengard says:

    The Duck. I can see why you were attracted to it and why Grandma like it.

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