More Martha
For years and years and years and years I have been writing a fragmentary novel about our life in upstate New York. The working title, which has never changed though it might this summer, is Middlefield. While the black locust trees and the incomparable Upstate New York beauty loom large, it's the people here I love. One of my favorites is Martha. She is a Martha. I can't give her another name. Her voice (deep loud perfect) her coordinated outfits, and what she has to say. We met on the road a few days ago.
"I was with the girls yesterday the youngest of us is 77 and she doesn't look so young I don't either except when I'm wearing blue we've been playing cards one Thursday afternoon a month for 46 years. We all met on vacation. It's not just cards it's lunch. We decide where we're going a month in advance. And let me tell you something We all know how to have some fun."