Oh Blue-bonnet ! Probably one of the saddest stories, that I will write about. Blue-bonnet was another lost, wandering castaway on the island of Manhattan, that came and went like the echoe of a soft whisper in the night. She was another unknown, yet often seen sight in the early morning hours in the city. Blue-bonnet was also another mystery, as none of the locals knew her name or where she had come from originally. She just appeared out of nowhere one day. She was to the sunlit mornings, what ghosts were to the nocturnal world after dark. Unlike the dead spirits of the night, she was a living, breathing ghost that haunted lower Manhattan by day.
I saw Blue-bonnet throughout the 1990's and into recent years, but only in the morning and only in the Spring and Summer. I never saw her during the Autumn or Winter-time.
Blue-bonnet always wore a huge over sized bonnet on her head, with a thick gauze veil over her face, tied down with blue ribbons. She never actually showed her face, in all the years that I saw her. She would always walk with her head down and covered with blue veils, like a bee keepers hat. I remember one of her most unusual accessories... a small, toxic bouquet of bittersweet nightshade blossoms! Other times it would be jimson weed with its ugly, thorn apple like seed pods mixed in with the large, trumpet-like white flowers. She also would hang plastic flowers, odd ornaments and small dolls from her large sombrero-like hat, further obscuring her unseen face.
Noone ever saw her talk to anyone, nor did anyone ever see her go into a store or a shop. She would just drift through the side streets like an aimless cloud looking for odds and ends. Some say that she wandered the streets looking for a lost love, that never really exsisted, which I found incredibly sad. She appeared to be a gentle, frail soul, who had been severely damaged, and so shut herself out from the often cruel world.
Blue-bonnet would pick wild flowers and weeds that she found growing in the old lots of former tenement buildings and sprouting out of cracked pavement and asphalt. Non-toxic ones at times like Dandelions, violets and such. I always felt a deep pang of sorrow whenever I saw her. Some of the locals called her Shrinking Violet. To the best of my knowledge, she was last seen casting toxic, wild flowers onto the Hudson river, on a May day in 2003. I have never seen Blue-bonnet since then.
Blue-Bonnet ...... last seen Hudson River and Canal St. Disappeared...... May of 2003
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