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Mary's Farm: Orphan Holidays

Mary’s Farm: Orphan Holidays
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Christmas TableIn this poignant, heartwarming special edition of “Mary’s Farm,” Edie Clark reflects on the powers of cooking and friendship.

I’ve been alone a long time now, nearly 20 years. It’s something I never imagined, and yet at this point in my life, I can’t imagine its being otherwise. I guess you could say I’ve grown accustomed to this life alone. I’ve figured it out.

My life alone intensified five years after my husband, Paul, died; both my parents passed away, and sometime later, my Aunt Peg and Uncle Jamie left this world as well. It’s sobering to be this alone in the world. Being without a spouse, without parents, and without children leaves one in a kind of dangling solitude from which there truly is no rescue. It’s simply a state of being. And I figured either I could continue feeling I was at the end of that perilous rope or I could find a family of my own — a family without the traditional ties but one that nevertheless provides everything the traditional family does and, in many cases, probably much more. So one thing I figured out was the benefit of being able to choose this family.

A lot of the rest of what I figured out had to do with food. I realized that by inviting someone to join me for dinner — and on occasion that “someone” may be as many as 21 people — I’ve accomplished a lot. I love to cook, so I’ve brought to my home people for whom I can cook. And I may presume that I’ve been able to provide these people with some good food and company as well. Though I can’t be absolutely certain I’ve done that for them, I can be certain about the pleasure it brings me.

It’s a mystery to me why I haven’t remarried. I suppose there are many reasons, but I do recall that in those first confusing months after Paul’s death, I felt certain I would marry again. I’d been happy in my marriage to Paul, and so I reasoned that I would find that again. I wished we’d had children, but life is so complex, and to those who truly believe that everything in one’s life is a result of a deliberate decision, I can only say that I wish that were really true.

Most of what any of us encounters is such a complex stew of circumstance and happenstance that we’re truly fortunate if we can choose what we’ll have for dinner that night, much less our own destiny. Anything more that seems deliberate is simply illusion. Paul was 39 when he died. I have many friends who have lost their spouses at a young age, and I know people whose children have died, and friends who have had accidents in which they’ve lost their legs or their minds. No, it seems to me that in many cases we’re asked to react to circumstances, not choose them.

And so, for whatever reason, I’m still alone. But I’m not alone in any real way. For one thing, the renovation of this house has consumed me, as much as any marriage with at least three children would have. Constantly, there were decisions to make, budgets to balance, supplies to pick up or deliver — and all for the ultimate well-being of the structure as well as my soul. I needed this house in a way I’d never needed anything.

After I bought the house, the pace of the project quickened, and once the first few boards were torn from the side of the building, it didn’t slow for nine long years. And so, within that storm of activity, I found a compelling heart to every one of my days, a rhythm that kept beating and never slowed, until just recently. With the work still unfinished but so close, I can rest a bit now and reflect. For a long time, reflection wasn’t possible. Or even desirable. The work was a kind of frenzy; if it had been set to fast motion, as is popular now on house-building shows, you would have seen siding and roofs flying off, additions and dormers magically appearing, walls disappearing, doors moving from one opening to another, and windows vanishing as new ones zoomed into place. If Mary were to come back from the dead for a visit, she’d be lost in her own house.

But within all of that, there was always time for a meal. The first really new parts of this house were the kitchen and the dining room. And so these two spaces became almost sacred as other spaces were pounded into place. And there were meals, gatherings, parties — something for which I wasn’t particularly well prepared. My Aunt Peg had given dinner parties on occasion, and as a child, I sat there uncomfortably as the erudite conversation wafted high above my head. But the food was good. That was always something to look forward to.

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5 Responses to Mary’s Farm: Orphan Holidays

  1. bgwilson53@aol.com January 1, 2008 at 4:18 pm #

    Thank you for keeping Mary’s Farm in your new Yankee magazine, tho I miss it on the back page since it is the first article I read! Because Edie Clark is such an exceptional writer, gifted, in my opinion, I immediately sent for her two most recent books your magazine mentioned and was not disappointed. – Both books, The Place He Made and Saturday Beans and Sunday Suppers are captivating. Her love for New England is evident in all her articles, essays and books and the candid observations are most welcome.

    Thank you for featuring her work. She certainly knows how to connect with a reader.

  2. sally diver January 3, 2008 at 1:43 pm #

    Just love her articles and have just ordered both her books…

  3. Lou E Shellenberger May 29, 2008 at 12:06 am #

    I have looked forward to Edie’s article every month. I have read both of her books and hope she writes more. Today a friend gave me some rhubarb, so I got out Edie’s book “SaturdayNight Beans and Summer Dinners and made the rhubarb soup. What a treat!
    I have subscribed to Yankee Mag for years and it is my favorite magazine. I feel a kinship to the people of New England although I really do not have any connection to your part of the country. I have visited twice to Vermont and Cape Cod. Thanks for your giving me an armchair vacation every time I get your magazine. Lou Shellenberger

  4. Sue morris March 22, 2011 at 6:29 am #

    Thankyou Edie for this wonderful article……as with all of the others which I have read, there is always something so heartwarming and special which stays with me in my mind’s eye.

    I have only just today read about your beginnings as a writer and just wanted to say how much I loved reading your description of using that typewriter…..the sounds it made, aligning the paper, the words appearing on the page.etc. etc……oh, how I identified with this and remembered my first tentative ‘goes’ on the typrewriter in my fourth year of high school in the early 1960′s…..I went on to be a Secretary/receptionist and, even though I don’t write for my living, I still enjoy typing and seeing the words appearing, not on the paper page these days, but onto my monitor which sits here in my studio in Cottesloe, Western Australia…….I so look forward to reading more and more of your articles as time permits. Regards and Smiles. Sue.

  5. Susan Acklen August 9, 2011 at 6:37 pm #

    Edie: I am trying to recall where I read a comment that has stayed with me for years. I want to say it was in one of your columns back in the 1990′s. It was something to the effect that “three of the best things in life are: to be dirty and to get clean, to be hungry and to eat and to be tired and to rest. Is this from one of your columns?

    Thanks.

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