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In Memory of Mary Lindheim
I just learned that
Mary Lindheim died some weeks ago. I lived next door to Mary for 13 years. She
told me when we first met in 1975 that her bed had for years faced looking out
over the field and hills above the lagoon, then one morning the year before
she woke and saw a kitchen blocking her view. It was the beginning of the pre-fad
house I had bought next to her. It had been there a year before I bought it.
I adored Mary, and living between Mary and Marjorie Jacobs was a treat I
will never forget. Mary was a great artist and I mean in the sense of the
finest of artists, major museum quality work. And that was the kind of person
she was, museum quality. And she made the best guacamole in the world.
I recall a bad storm watching a tree on my property fall on her house and my
panicking my tree had probably killed her. I kept calling over the fence and
there was no answer. The storm was brewing at the time, so I thought if she is
inside I guess she can't hear me. Well, she couldn't hear me, but she was
sitting on her tiny stoop/porch having a drink with cheese enjoying the foliage
of my tree that had enveloped her porch and was protected her completely from
the torrential down pour.
She often would call me here in Connecticut in the Spring so I could hear the frogs, so familiar to me
when I lived there and would listen to them chirping each night as I would
doze off to sleep.
We were the best of neighbors even when she would growl at me when during
other rains and the odor of my septic system would seep her way, and down her
path, but of course she was actually living in a swamp which she adored.
When a friend moved in with me I decided to buy a new fridge. I had one from
the 40s someone had given me. It was the kind that had one ice tray, and was
all metal. I was going to take it to the dump. She took it and as far as I know
it is still there.
Rest in Peace old friend. It was a joy to know you. I spent some of the very
finest years of my life a pebble's throw from her and she will remain in a
special place in my heart.
She was writing her life story, much of which I know but much I would love
to know. I hope someone will publish it.
I would love to be able to write to her daughter if someone knows her
address.
Marcia Miner
marminer@sbcglobal.net