Yesterday I read an article in the New York Times that simultaneously broke and brought joy to my heart.
Caroll Spinney is retiring.
I feel like another little bit of my childhood died.
For those of you that don’t know, Mr Spinney is on Sesame Street.
We never actually see him because he’s
Oscar is my spirit muppet. He taught me it was OK to be grumpy sometimes.
Big Bird is every six year old we’ve known. Full of love and wonder.
I know that whoever takes up the mantle will be wonderful. But he won’t be Mr Spinney.
I’m reminded of when Mr Hooper died. Big Bird was sad, he didn’t like it. The Sesame Street grown ups reminded him that he had his memories of Mr Hooper.
(start watching at 4:10)
Well, I’m sad, and I don’t like it. But I have my Carol Spinney Big Bird and Oscar memories. And what a treasure trove they are! It’s been fifty years since he first donned that giant bird suit. Fifty years since he first maneuvered that grouch in the trash can. We’re so lucky we had him on our televisions and in our lives.
Whoever’s up next has some great big feet and a trash can to fill.
Thanks, Mr Spinney for teaching and learning with us for all these years!
The end of an era!!!!