Create a montage of those events that most often recur in memory.
Mari got a a job teaching elementary art in Centereach. We found a cottage in Lake Ronkokoma to rent. Since she was teaching under the name on her teaching certificate, we lived under that name – last name Irvin.
Her sister Nancy and baby daughter Regina came to live with us. When the blizzards began, we had to look for a new place, since there was no heating in our cottage, built for the summer.
I was surprised to receive a certified letter in my real name, delivered Special Delivery to my hand. From Donna. How she found me who knows.
I delivered the Mexican divorce papers to the address I had for Mari in the Bronx.
“It’s a good thing Leon is not here!” Regina told me, scowling, six years old. Mari set out cups of tea on an apple crate which served as a coffee table. I gave her a copy of the Mexican divorce. She showed me a recent work. Vari-colored tissue paper in collage. Mountains in Izmir?
What happened to Mari? (Quite Contrary)
You know her family blamed her problems on me. Every one of them – well, maybe not that one sister, Nancy, who also was a little off her rocker.
At the little dance in our house in Peculiar, when M. was lightly stroking the biceps of her dance partner, ex Oklahoma tackle, that is when it first struck me that maybe Bulent…
This excerpt is from a collection of files Patrick called Scattered Notes.odt dated from 2014 to 2016. I’ll continue to add other segments as time allows.
Patrick Meadows 1934 – 2017.