Some beauty for you – a fall bouquet picked for the dinner table tonight…
… and Macca, taken by his daughter Mary. He’s 78. May we all look so good. He looks a bit like my mother, in fact. Yikes. Let’s not go there!
Here is something my mother’s lover wrote to her in September 1956. Dad had given Mum an ultimatum – he would not negotiate the future of our family with her lover, once my father’s good friend, in the country (we were in England.) And so the man was forced to leave her side, temporarily, they both thought. Incidentally, he was married with two children, as was, of course, my mother. Mum and I were living with her parents in west London, and my dad and brother in north London.
with your mother, darling, until I leave; and after that I shall write to you
through her. Please read my letters, love, although if you cannot bring
yourself to do so, that too I shall understand. Please oh please write to me
soon and tell me what is happening to you and the children, and how you are.
And if and when you need me, darling, cable or telephone and I shall come—I
shall come with all speed and with my heart so full of happiness that I shall
burst. For with all this, my Sylvia, and whatever may come, I shall love you
more and more each moment. And darling, if things become more desperate that
your thoughts turn to suicide, then call me too, that I may die with you. If it
should be that we cannot live together, then let us at least die in one
another’s arms. This too I ask you to promise.
He had it bad! And he was a good writer, if a bit verbose – there are scores of letters, all as impassioned as this one. Odd, and sometimes shocking, to delve into these more than 60 years later – but what the hell, I’m a writer, that’s what I do.
Today is the first day of the rest of our lives; even the air feels different, crisper, more businesslike. My young tenant went off with shining face to his new job this morning, and Ben went off to JK. A bit reluctant, but there were no tears.
|The serious one in the middle in the hat.
May your hat and shoes be as splendid.