Archive for Mendocino
In which Marcy and Peter prepare for the impending baby, and are given some “government goat.” Two pull quotes: “Then monthly check-up with dr., who, altho he doesn’t approve of our wanting to have the baby at home, will not stand in the way, and does at least want to be sure all is well beforehand.” And: “The venison made my teeth hurt, as I’m not used to that carnivourous chewing, and made us both feel heavy and ferocious and animalistic.”
In which Marcy gives birth to a baby. (Hey, that’s me!) “The first two days after Jed was born, Peter was sick with an allergic reaction to some pollen he ate accidently in a honeycomb, then it turned into a cold and I caught it and Jed caught it and we were all an exhausted mess. We hadn’t gotten enough sleep the night before he was born, as he wasn’t really expected any more...”
An update from a couple weeks later. “it kept me in bed with an intermittent fever for about 2 ½ days—it was really nice—I couldn’t do anything—Peter cooked & took care of Jed & cleaned up.”
A plan to move to Seattle, and a plan to visit Philadelphia. “A friend of ours has come to stay for a week or so and do housework for me and enjoy Mendocino, leaving me free to nurse the baby umpty-trillion or so hours a day without thinking about dinner or cleaning.”
The final extant letter. Marcy was nearly 25 years old; I was nearly 2 months old. All that I have of her from after this letter is photos, a brief video, and a couple of audio recordings. And some memories. “Finally we did hear from Peter’s parents—they are much friendlier now that they have a grandson & Peter is going back to school…”