Postcards from Falmouth – jk cosmos
What is it that engages my memory, reading this postcard? The tone. Mary writes to
Esther – “I suppose that you will never forgive me for not writing…” and yet, this is the writing.
The writer is writing to her friend; a backwards glance at someone self-deprecating. Mary
introspective; are her friendships less than they could be? Can I identify with that means-end
connection?
Plot twist, now letting Esther know that she is waitressing, with her aunt, at
Coonamessett Inn. Busy summer and I recall so much fun waitressing; that’s been my summer
experience at the Flying Bridge in the late 60s. Being down the Cape- so perfect! But no, Mary
writes about working hard, counting the days and loneliness. “Please write to me, as it is rather
lonely here.”
I Sigh, as I think about the girl writing this postcard; wishing she had more during her summer
in Falmouth.
I Sigh, as I think about a lonely girl writing a postcard with a vulnerable ‘pause’ about being
down the Cape, working and lonely.
I wonder why this narrative speaks to me and if it’s a theme of my life, or a blip being in a
global pandemic.
I know the girl writing.
I recognize the girl writing.
And, I wonder if Esther writes back.
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