Things slip past the Catcher in the rye. And when they do, they’re saved by the Raisin Sunmaid. She guards the beach beneath the cliff, should the sheaths suddenly part. Her legs, cropped on the box, stretch out long and strong. They take her to the arc of those who sail off. In her arms, the lost are safely caught.
On her tray are grapes that haven’t dried. Nestled between are things that never died. The pillow, the toy, anything loved by a child. So rest your sad, searching eyes. If what you seek can’t be found at the park or the highway’s side, it’s shining bright in the care of the Sunmaid.
SunMaid girl (whose original image was inspired by Lorraine Collette Pertersen in l915) has had her hands full as the Saint of Lost Treasures. She is watching over a lost Baby Bjorn, a pair of Japanese garden shears, a treasured silver hoop earring and numerous other items that have ascended out of our lives. I believe she is the earthly part of that communion of saints who reside deep on the ocean floor – taking care of lost bracelets, rings, necklaces and a grandmother’s eye glasses. Watch on Ebay – St. SunMaid might someday unload her cache – the collection must, by now, be enormous.