When I spent time at my parents house last week my mother gave me this beautiful pink opalescent hobnail antique vase. I had fallen in love with it and I was thrilled when she gifted me with it. There are no markings on the vase, but I believe it is Fenton French Opal Hobnail, produced by Fenton Art Glass in the 1950's. It's kind of squat in shape, 7" high, almost 8" wide at the top, and almost 4" wide at the base.
This beauty belonged to my Aunt Hazel, Mother's sister. Aunt Hazel was a beauty herself, a double for Rita Hayworth in the '40's, with her flaming red hair and bombshell figure.
Aunt Hazel was a real piece of work! As a young woman she was feminine and gorgeous, a clothes horse, wore the highest heels made, had a line of handsome men calling. Even though Auntie was a vision to look at in her beloved favorite color pink, she was no fading violet! She had a salty vocabulary and could take care of herself. Aunt Hazel was a "beautician", as a young woman. I loved going to her house where her "summer porch" was lined with old fashioned hair driers. Eventually Auntie tired of the "hair business" as she called it and she went to nursing school in her 40s, a profession she worked in for many years.
Aunt Hazel had a colorful real life, but it couldn't compare to the fantasy life of her golden years! In her mind she had many handsome, wealthy, and important suitors - including President George Bush (a.k.a. "Marty"), a "10 star" general, and billionaires from all over the world! God bless Aunt Hazel - she was a happy women, being wined and dined by multitudes of imaginary boyfriends! Who says getting old and confused has to be a bad thing? I think I want to be like Aunt Hazel when I grow up!
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