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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
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