Sunday, January 06, 2008
OLD FRIENDS
We spent five full summers in Provincetown—1981-1985.
We lived right on the beach over a few stores in the middle of town.
It was amazing how you could be so close to 'the action' and never really hear or see it.
Our own special place.
We had two neighbors, Mary and Molly, who lived in a little house nearer the water than ours. Small and cozy.
Today, I opened the LATimes Book Review and saw Mary Oliver gazing out at me right on the shore where we left her in 1985. There is even a rock jetty that was special to us behind her. A big upright rock at the very end.
On the opposite page was a picture of Mary and Molly in front of the little house.
And this article.
We never guessed. Or knew.
Mary Oliver is a well known poet. Molly was a photographer.
The LAT does not have the photos on line. True to their form, a lousy web site.
There are photos of Mary at Google but, ironically, not the photographer Molly.
They were sweet and private people. A lot like every year-round Provincetown person or couple.
It is amazing how hands reach out of one's past to be grasped again.
Very nice.
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