Showing posts with label Barb Lucia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Barb Lucia. Show all posts
Monday, December 30, 2013
June 20, 1977 (Letter from Barb L)
Just thought I'd drop you a note before falling into bed -- hope your return to Springfield was pleasant. I have been working my butt off lately in preparation for my week's vacation next week. I am going to the Cape on Friday the 24th -- arrive in Hyannis 4 p.m. Will stay till July 2nd. Maybe if you get a chance you can come down -- you will be welcome at Linda &^ Kinky's for sure. I will be at Linda Johnson's, So Yarmouth, 617/394-1559. Give me a call or I may call you at work.
I still don't know how I'm getting back. If you are planning on coming for the 4th weekend -- let me know! I will take the bus to Springfield and ride with you. You, me, and the lobsters. Mardi wants to do the lobsters on Saturday the 2nd. If I am not back by then I'll put them on the plane in Hyannis & ship them but if we both come back we'll bring them. Maybe we can talk her into doing it on Sunday. I guess that's the day Reene was planning on having everybody up to the cottage. Why not switch days? No big deal but Mardi wants to be sure & get the lobster I guess.
Yesterday we finally got the babies baptized. I'm Jeremy's godmother & Gino is his godfather. Mardi put on a big spread. Don't know how she does it all but she really came through with the manicotti and meatballs, etc. etc.
I don't have any other news. Seems like all I've done is work. Did go to Lilydale with Rita. That's a story in itself. Had a really good experience there.
I got a roommate last week -- Karen Werner. She's young (20) but not too Warren, ya know? I like her anyway. don't know how long she'll stay. She's having boyfriend troubles & will probably get the hell out of town soon.
Won't we all....
Patsy's boyfriend/future living mate is here this week. The first couple days he just stayed high & cruised thru the Warren scene. I'm out of grass -- boo hoo. It's rough.
Well Paul -- take care & do give me a call sometime about the 4th weekend or just shoot on over to the Cape if the feeling moves you.
See you soon.
P.S. Guess who called last week -- Terry (of Humboldt St. fame). I gave her your address -- she's still too shy to call you though. She's doin fine.
Labels:
Barb Lucia,
Cape Cod,
Jeremy,
Lilydale,
Mardi,
Patsy,
Renee,
Ryan,
Springfield,
Warren
Sunday, October 13, 2013
February 23, 1977 (Letter from Barb L)
An evening trip to Amherst to see this Robert Altman film.
Yes I am writing you a letter on this fine spring-like day. When the weather changes it's always time to get in touch again. I always enjoy hearing from you -- your letters are so complete as to everyday life. It's nice to revel. Well, I have an event to announce -- ready? Mardi gave birth to twin boys on Saturday the 19th! Far out huh? Baby A and Baby B have since been named Jeremy Glenn and Ryan Stephen. I don't know which "Marty" was more in shock -- I think everyone was! It was totally unexpected by all concerned. Mardi had no trouble though -- she looked good even the same day. Jeremy was 4 lbs 12 oz & Ryan about 6 1/2. I went out Sat. Nite w/ Martin & Gino to celebrate (?) -- he still was in shock -- doesn't know whether to buy the new house & spend all that time fixing it up & have Mardi alone w/ three kids for a month or what. I think Mardi is going to get into this a lot more than she did w/ Matthew. She's breastfeeding the twins & feels like a first-time mother. She comes home today & of course Yolanda is taking a couple days off work so things will be under control.
That was the big event of the weekend -- another one was Timmy's graduation from nursing school. To celebrate all these occasions I gook Monday off as a mental health day. We don't' get any holidays at all & I thought it was time for one. Had to go to class that nite anyway. I probably haven't told you (since I haven't written!) -- I'm taking a class at J.C.C. -- Film Study & Appreciation. Went & borrowed the money from the bank to take it (duh!). I really enjoy it & I like to have one activity during the winter. I have gone from Auto Mechanics to Karate to Films. You can't say I'm not open-minded! I've found that the emphasis is more historical & technical than I thought it would be. We're still on the early films -- Eisenstein, D. W. Griffith, etc. We probably won't be seeing any new films. I think our prof. has seen every film that was ever made. He's very knowledgeable & really nice so it should be a good experience. Orson Welles is coming to JCC the 30th of March & before that I have to give a report on the "Significance of Citizen Kane".
What else have I been doing? Seems like I've been planning a lot of parties! First, the Youth Group (high school kids) & I gave a party for the workshop people & kids from special classes. We had a band play & had a big time! That was in January. Then I had a party in the apt for Patsy's birthday. Then I had a shower for Mardi, which turned out fine even though it was not your "traditional" shower. All we did was eat! I made all this groovy stuff -- it was fun. Joan came up from Franklin too. (You know she's expecting also -- this summer?)
I've also been having ups & downs w/ Rick. We're pretty much broken off normal relations but it's too early to tell which way it will go. We have a definite difference of opinion in some very important areas. (Bet you couldn't tell this was coming when you were here -- duh!) To further keep things moving, Patsy is moving out this coming weekend. She's moving into Grace's apt & will pay 1/2 of what she pays now. Her finances are a mess & she's trying to get out of the hole & save money to move back to Minneapolis in June. So I will be alone for awhile, going broke but I'm sure something will come up & change things. That's been the pattern for the past year. As soon as I get settled in one frame of mind everything changes.
Well, I'm at work &^ it's time to go do the mail. I will do it & eat lunch & finish later. I want to go out for a while too. It is so warm out. I can't believe it. After the month of January this is like summer! 54! See you later.
Back at the old job -- which is non-existent right now -- we're in limbo waiting to hear about funding. For a month I've just been hanging in there. That's why I'm doing the Grandview mail. Gives me something to do. This state of having no work to do is a new one. If I have no work I'd rather not have a job at all & at least have the time to myself. There's a meeting on Monday the 28th. I should know by then what the story is.
It seems like I'm very busy lately outside of work but actually nothing of importance is happening. The way this winter has been I've hardly been out of town all winter. My plans outside of the day to day aspect of things are vague. I know I should be out of Warren before next winter & I will be. The idea of going back to school in Boston has been considered but not to seriously. My attention is not on career matters now. Seems to be focused on the personal. At times when I see myself clearly I see how much needs to be done just on myself, but you have to live the other aspects of life at the same time too. Seems that you always get that feeling around mid-winter that nothing will change so you just sit back & watch the tube or make yourself an ice cream sundae & let yourself have a few more cigarettes than you really need. In order to get more fully into this mood, I bought a TV (used) last week & I've just been grooving out lately on old favorites -- MASH, Sat. nite, etc. I guess I'm set for the rest of the winter. Are you coming at Easter? One visit before summer would be nice. Th is was definitely not hte winter to be here! Springfield was probably a hassle but be glad you werent' her w/ no roads. Call me sometime if y ou get a chance (collect from pay phone) -- # is 726-1860. Take care & keep writing!
I forgot to tell you "the latest" -- (Oh how gross -- I'm getting into gossip.)
Yolanda has a new boyfriend. He's from Pgh or Erie & has a camp here. From what I can tell, it's a really nice relationship & she seems to have perked up considerably! Ain't love grand. Even its invitations [?} aren't too bad, for a time.
Yes I am writing you a letter on this fine spring-like day. When the weather changes it's always time to get in touch again. I always enjoy hearing from you -- your letters are so complete as to everyday life. It's nice to revel. Well, I have an event to announce -- ready? Mardi gave birth to twin boys on Saturday the 19th! Far out huh? Baby A and Baby B have since been named Jeremy Glenn and Ryan Stephen. I don't know which "Marty" was more in shock -- I think everyone was! It was totally unexpected by all concerned. Mardi had no trouble though -- she looked good even the same day. Jeremy was 4 lbs 12 oz & Ryan about 6 1/2. I went out Sat. Nite w/ Martin & Gino to celebrate (?) -- he still was in shock -- doesn't know whether to buy the new house & spend all that time fixing it up & have Mardi alone w/ three kids for a month or what. I think Mardi is going to get into this a lot more than she did w/ Matthew. She's breastfeeding the twins & feels like a first-time mother. She comes home today & of course Yolanda is taking a couple days off work so things will be under control.
That was the big event of the weekend -- another one was Timmy's graduation from nursing school. To celebrate all these occasions I gook Monday off as a mental health day. We don't' get any holidays at all & I thought it was time for one. Had to go to class that nite anyway. I probably haven't told you (since I haven't written!) -- I'm taking a class at J.C.C. -- Film Study & Appreciation. Went & borrowed the money from the bank to take it (duh!). I really enjoy it & I like to have one activity during the winter. I have gone from Auto Mechanics to Karate to Films. You can't say I'm not open-minded! I've found that the emphasis is more historical & technical than I thought it would be. We're still on the early films -- Eisenstein, D. W. Griffith, etc. We probably won't be seeing any new films. I think our prof. has seen every film that was ever made. He's very knowledgeable & really nice so it should be a good experience. Orson Welles is coming to JCC the 30th of March & before that I have to give a report on the "Significance of Citizen Kane".
What else have I been doing? Seems like I've been planning a lot of parties! First, the Youth Group (high school kids) & I gave a party for the workshop people & kids from special classes. We had a band play & had a big time! That was in January. Then I had a party in the apt for Patsy's birthday. Then I had a shower for Mardi, which turned out fine even though it was not your "traditional" shower. All we did was eat! I made all this groovy stuff -- it was fun. Joan came up from Franklin too. (You know she's expecting also -- this summer?)
I've also been having ups & downs w/ Rick. We're pretty much broken off normal relations but it's too early to tell which way it will go. We have a definite difference of opinion in some very important areas. (Bet you couldn't tell this was coming when you were here -- duh!) To further keep things moving, Patsy is moving out this coming weekend. She's moving into Grace's apt & will pay 1/2 of what she pays now. Her finances are a mess & she's trying to get out of the hole & save money to move back to Minneapolis in June. So I will be alone for awhile, going broke but I'm sure something will come up & change things. That's been the pattern for the past year. As soon as I get settled in one frame of mind everything changes.
Well, I'm at work &^ it's time to go do the mail. I will do it & eat lunch & finish later. I want to go out for a while too. It is so warm out. I can't believe it. After the month of January this is like summer! 54! See you later.
Back at the old job -- which is non-existent right now -- we're in limbo waiting to hear about funding. For a month I've just been hanging in there. That's why I'm doing the Grandview mail. Gives me something to do. This state of having no work to do is a new one. If I have no work I'd rather not have a job at all & at least have the time to myself. There's a meeting on Monday the 28th. I should know by then what the story is.
It seems like I'm very busy lately outside of work but actually nothing of importance is happening. The way this winter has been I've hardly been out of town all winter. My plans outside of the day to day aspect of things are vague. I know I should be out of Warren before next winter & I will be. The idea of going back to school in Boston has been considered but not to seriously. My attention is not on career matters now. Seems to be focused on the personal. At times when I see myself clearly I see how much needs to be done just on myself, but you have to live the other aspects of life at the same time too. Seems that you always get that feeling around mid-winter that nothing will change so you just sit back & watch the tube or make yourself an ice cream sundae & let yourself have a few more cigarettes than you really need. In order to get more fully into this mood, I bought a TV (used) last week & I've just been grooving out lately on old favorites -- MASH, Sat. nite, etc. I guess I'm set for the rest of the winter. Are you coming at Easter? One visit before summer would be nice. Th is was definitely not hte winter to be here! Springfield was probably a hassle but be glad you werent' her w/ no roads. Call me sometime if y ou get a chance (collect from pay phone) -- # is 726-1860. Take care & keep writing!
I forgot to tell you "the latest" -- (Oh how gross -- I'm getting into gossip.)
Yolanda has a new boyfriend. He's from Pgh or Erie & has a camp here. From what I can tell, it's a really nice relationship & she seems to have perked up considerably! Ain't love grand. Even its invitations [?} aren't too bad, for a time.
Labels:
Barb Lucia,
Jamestown Community College,
Jeremy,
Joan,
Mardi,
Patsy,
Rick West,
Ryan,
Timmy Lucia,
twins,
Yolanda
Monday, June 24, 2013
November 1, 1976 (Note from Barb L)
A happy 27th although a belated one. After looking at Oct 29 on my calendar all month I still missed the day! Hope it was happy and the weekend was special for you. Sorry this has to be just a card -- I ow you the letter of all time! I enjoyed your last letter although some of your references were somewhat puzzling -- Leslie crops up again (rides again!). You & I have got to learn to deal with a situation to its end before leaving it -- Patience. I have much to tell you. I haven't even told you about my new job & the current scheme of things here in Warren Pa 16365. Just got a letter from Anderson -- far out! He's fine & says hi! Can't believe we won't be seeing you till Christmas. If I can make it before that -- would you like to do a couple days in Boston? I wish you had a phone so I could call you! I will try you at work sometime. Until then -- take care -- enjoy the days & happy birthday once again.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
July 14, 1976 (Letter from Barb L)
Was that April? Seems like a month ago at the most! No explanation will suffice for my not writing all this time. It's a matter of discipline. I have been thinking of you -- especially since I was not in Warren the whole time. Let's see -- May -- I interviewed for a new job here -- teaching at the new Day Care Center that Children's Services is starting-- gave my notice at the workshop and quit there at the end of May. My friend Linda had called me from the Cape & wanted me to come for the summer but I didn't know about the job yet, etc. I did to up there the 1st two weeks in June & helped her with the kids & restaurant. Didn't write any letters but I know I should have called you. Weekends there were impossible to get away from however since that was the work time & week days were free. I really didn't know how long I was going to stay -- if I had a negative reply from Children's Services I intended to stay there. But I had no reply the whole time so I did come back June 20th. The time on the Cape was really good after the hectic month of May trying to finish up my work at the workshop & training somebody, etc. During the middle of the second week I almost decided to stay -- it was such a temptation to go back to that life in which I was so happy & contented in the past. Why did I come back to Warren? 3 reasons: the possibility of the job that I really wanted. Harry & Sanchez were here, & #3 -- the perennially illusive reason -- a relationship with a man here! It always happens to me at in-between changeable times. I started going out w/ this guy here in April -- young (22) and a Warren person, although saved by the fact that he's a freak & has been away before. Another Taurus named Rick -- of course. I don't know if you're familiar with him -- Rick West. He's the cousin of a deaf-mute girl at the workshop. He's Warren but he's not -- anyway, it's a good relationship coming at a time when there was nothing else to hold me here. Seems it's in my karma to be in Warren for awhile longer, although I felt so much more myself while away. I can't even explain it! I did talk to Rick (Gray) on the phone while I was there -- he called Linda's & we had a nice friendly conversation. Unbeknownst to me, he came to Boston Airport the day I was leaving looking for me -- the nite I arrived home he called again. I really had thought he did not want any contact but I guess it never changes. Also when I returned home I got the letter from Children's Services -- no job. Turned out she hired all certified teachers in order to get her grant money. So here I am -- 3 weeks later -- I volunteer at the workshop 2 afternoons a week & am unemployed. I've applied for unemployment & will find out about it Friday -- probably will not get it due to quitting my job. I have some money left but did spend a lot on my vacation (enjoyed every minute of it!) I really don't want another job in Warren right now. Would love to go back to the Cape next month or even September. If I get unemployment I will be happy with having some income. I've been busy reading, doing macrame, going to the workshop & hanging out with Rick. It's easy to shed the Warren work ethic in two weeks on the old fun-loving Cape! Of course I see Patsy a lot -- whose now working as a bartender at Cole's Landing & of course Mardi about once a week. I did the 4th of July parade w/ her & Matthew & Yolanda. Martin is still working at Levinson's & hating it. He's been talking about moving to Phoenix, Arizona but probably won't. Mardi took a week in June & few to Minneapolis! Far out, huh? She stayed w/ Mary (David Brown's old girlfriend who now lives with "Stone" -- Bill Peterson.) After spending some time w/ both Dutch & Bill she then returned home with no appreciable traumas, much to everyone's surprise. I guess Bill is really mellowed out -- lives in a nice place, works steady, quit smoking cigarettes (unbelievable) and appears to be calm and collected. Dutch is a suburban husband living in a big fancy house & appears somewhat melancholy & quiet, according to Mardi. It seems that Mardi has begun to accept what and where she is & is no longer trying to go back to a Minneapolis past. I think the security here is what she needs & she realizes this. She seems a lot more content anyway. No word from Joan to anyone, not even her family. In May her father called her & found that she's living w/ a guy & does not intend to come back. Next time anyone called the number had changed so no one even knows where she is. I really don't understand what all the secrecy is about -- how bad is it to be living with somebody?? Who knows? I just hope she gets her divorce in the process.
Well, there's the news -- I just saw your mom yesterday "over town" & she wondered if I had heard from you. Your life sounds "wonderfully secure" indeed -- a first for you! Looks like it could be beneficial to you. I do want to get up there & visit. There's a guy in Warren from Boston (friend of Martin's, work at Rexnard) who drives back & forth occasionally. I can ride w/ him later this summer as far as your place, if you're going to be around. In any case -- we will meet again, my friend, even though it didn't happen in June. Meanwhile you continue your Springfield existence & I'll continue my Warren romance (incongruous terms!) Hope you had a good time in Pittsburgh w/ the library school reunion. Take care -- I will write again. I'll call you if I have a chance to come up -- send me your phone # if you're not listed.
Peace!
Harry & her "itchies" say hello! Also Sanchez.
Labels:
Barb Lucia,
Bill Anderson,
Bill Peterson,
Cape Cod,
Children's Services,
Dutch,
Joan Piccirillo,
Minneapolis,
Rick Gray,
Rick West,
Springfield,
unemployed,
Warren
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
August 14, 1975 (Letter from Barb L)
Yes, it's been a while -- now that I have a few things settled my mind is free enough to write. The last week just about did me in -- a pregnancy scare of the first magnitude. I was really getting anxious -- 12 days late & good reason to worry. But, never fear -- I got my period Monday nite -- have been celebrating for 2 days & nites. Whew! Did I ever write to you about Jeff? -- the guy I work with at the workshop, he's from California -- did a thing w/ him this spring & we had a little reunion last month but I've learned my lesson with him -- no more involvement.
I've come to the conclusion that I've been acting irrationally for some time -- don't know exactly what to do about it. If I was that kind of a person I'd to go a psychiatrist & say "Fix me up", but that's not my trip. I can't really explain what's been happening in my head -- kind of a subject/object conflict -- I can see two opposite points of view on every single issue in my life & experience a desire or need for each solution -- both of which are opposite! Simple example -- I feel a strong urge for warmth, fellowship, sharing & settling down at the same time that an equally strong urge for travel, exploration & danger manifests itself. My old method of going on instead cannot solve the dilemma. I can't even find the true instinct! Rationality doesn't help -- a rational solution never satisfies the emotional side. It's very perplexing & extends to all areas, not just the one narrow one I've shown you. It must be middle 20's menopause so famous in friends & acquaintances. As a highlight to this slate, I am going up to Boston next week & am staying at Rick's. That relationship endures despite everything -- don't know why at this point. Going to see him pregnant would have been better melodrama but bad living.
I am racking my brain still on how to come out there, & how to get out of my job long enough to do it. My current wish (?) is to go back with you in September & then to fly back. What do you think of that one? I can't do it this month because I can't get any time off more than 2 or 3 days. Every summer I seem to find myself indispensable in some job or other working every day while the sun shines. Of course you know the feeling by now, but it's not that bad of late.
Your recent letters have been well-written and interesting but there seems to be a distance there -- maybe it's the objectivity of your point of view. I can't find any expression of feelings in your writings of late, but maybe that's what your aiming for. Your commentary on Michael came as no surprise -- I have no unconquerable urge to go & tell anyone about it. I hope he's calm now & happier. I know it's a hard thing to accept for him, as it would be for anyone, but especially someone as sensitive as Mike. My only concern would be the callousness you find in that life, as I've seen affect Tonie & others I've known. I sure hope Mike doesn't have to go through that aspect.
Your idea of collating and editing your letters sounds like a familiar fantasy. I don't know now if I could force myself to go through the past that closely, but finding the patterns would be good, really good. Our correspondence has been somewhat erratic -- it seems to come in spurts, but maybe it 's my letter-writing habits of the last couple years -- my letters are few & far between now, but I've kept up the journal I started 2 1/2 years ago. Even in that I find that it's the same pattern -- spurts of writing with a time lapse in-between. Seems like when the feelings are in movement then the writing begins, but when things are calm & ordinary there's no need for it. With discipline the writing would take place constantly but I admit I don't exert it.
Would you cre to hear some Warren news? There's not much! Mardi & Mardi are in Maine for their vacation. Haven't seen Mardi much this summer due to social plans, etc. (of hers), plus I'm not living in town. Did I ever tell you I moved? I got a trailer on Jackson Ave. Ext. at the end of June -- it's up near Scandia Road (Fifth Ave. Ext.) - -it's the last dwelling on this road & from here on it's farms & woods. It's small but not bad. I have a garden & a yard & Harry & Sanchez like it! The only drawback is always driving anywhere, so I don't know what will happen when winter comes. I like the privacy most of the time but miss the easy access to people and places. I have been going more to Scandia area lately than Warren, except to go to work. I go up to Timmy's farm to swim or to Well's Ferry on Roper Hollow. I'd be much more content to stay home if there was water around here. I miss the ocean! I've never gone though a summer without it in 6 years! I feel landlocked. But I get to be near it next week, even if only for a day.
Here's my address now:
1034 Jackson Ave Ext
Warren
726-2538
Back to local news -- Joan is leaving Meadville next month. She still doesn't have her divorce due to Freddie's blocking of it but is leaving anyway. Latest I heard was Atlanta & she has a job offer there. She really needs to relax & let go & I think a city will do it for her.
I don't know what's happening w/ your brother, Dale. Every once in a while I see something in the paper about it. I guess it will go to court & I wish him luck with Judge Wolfe.
Can't think of any more news! You probably know more of what's going on in Warren than I do -- I'm oblivious to it all usually -- I live in my own little world no matter where I am. Right now it's a trailer on Jackson Ave!
I'm running a bath & about ready to go to bed -- haven't had much sleep lately -- (5 or 6 days). Now it's relax time, or crash time, whatever you call it.
Thanks for your letters, even though you got no answers --
I will be seeing you in about a month -- the last time was sitting on your porch on the 4th of July a year ago -- seems like 5 at least. I'm looking forward to th is one!
P.S. Write & encourage or discourage the idea of going back with you to Montana in Sept. I don't want to infringe on your free movement.
P.S. again!
Am re-reading Zen & the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert Pirsig. Absolutely intriguing book. I'm searching for some good reading -- you know there's nowhere to go & look for some around here Any recommendations?
Labels:
Barb Lucia,
Dale,
Freddie,
homosexuality,
Jeff,
Joan,
letter writing,
Mardi and Marti,
Mike,
Montana,
pregnancy scare,
Rick,
Tonie,
trailer on Jackson Avenue
Sunday, November 11, 2012
December 20, 1974 (Card from Barb L)
Hi there! It's Christmas in Montana and in Warren, Pa! as it's only a week away. I think I better start getting it together. Haven't done any shopping yet or anything. I hate to part with my meager moneys,. I guess Mardi wrote to you -- there is no news of course. Rick was here for a week deer-hunting. He had fun but didn't get a deer. He never even shot his gun. He made it back to Boston in a record 9 hours. Compared to Timmy and I's 18 hours with the U-haul. My car is still chugging away -- right now it's getting another minor repair -- the clutch pedal cable broke. They're all minor repair but they all cost money. I sound like Marti Graves now! All business. I think he must be mellowing or something -- he's really been pretty nice. He even talks about other subjects than golf now. Maybe Matthew has done it. I've babysat fo rhim a few times and he is really a doll. Of course, Yolanda is crazy about him. So life goes along here in Warren. I've been hangin around like a lazy good-for-nothing and loving it. Doing nothing doesn't bother me -- I must be weird. But it's get a job time after Christmas. My rucking landlord sent me $8.50 for the return on my security deposit. He's about $70 short but writes it off as "expenses". As unbroken record of lousy landlords -- my lucky star did not shine on me during this year in Boston! This next year is going to be a definite improvement -- I can feel it? Have a good holiday up there (?) (I know you're "high") -- drop me a lone and I'll dust off the letter paper and get one out to you.
Labels:
Barb Lucia,
Boston,
Mardi and Marti,
Matthew Graves,
Rick,
Warren
Friday, November 2, 2012
November 3, 1974 (Birthday Card from Barb)
Gibson Park, Great Falls, Montana
Photo take September 1974
Rather late for your birthday -- thought about you though! Hope you had a fine day. I got your letter while I was down in Carver this summer --- many changes happening -- I'm leaving Boston at the end of this week -- don't think it will be the East Coast in my future. I'm going to Warren on Friday the 8th -- will stay there till after Christmas. And then -- who knows -- could a girl, a dog, and a cat visit you sometime in '75 without getting snowed in at the pass? I'm serious! I will write to you when I get home. I am open to ideas, suggestions, or whatever you have to offer. Take care. Are you coming to Warren for Xmas?
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
February 27, 1974 (Letter from Barb)
Today is Ash Wednesday and that means spring and that leads to summer and I can't believe it! I'm sorry about my seine of time here and also about my lack of correspondence -- I have no excuse except the usual (for me) -- constant hassle, I have seldom experienced a more unproductive and hassled six months -- I think the problem originated w/ my not listening to the right voice about a year back when I was making some decisions. I haven't had the right strength to get thru this shit positively her e-- I really got royally screwed my by landlord and was forced to move -- I don't even want to go into it. I'm living w/ Terry and Kathy (from Humboldt Street) in Charlestown -- moved Sunday and Rick helped me move. The place is not bad although the building looks like a firetrap from the outside -- the apt is OK and you can't beat the price -- $98/no including heat between the 3 of us. The neighborhood is families but very industrial -- no trees or grass that I can see, it's right near the Bunker Hill Monument -- that's the only cultural find so far. I have generally lost all my enthusiasm for Boston w/ the bad luck I've had this time. It's amazing how things can work out so well as they did before when I lived here and so shitty as they do now -- as you can see, I'm not exactly thriving -- fuck it. I can't blame the city -- I can only blame myself for coming back here when I knew I shouldn't.
New subject -- Harry says hi -- she likes being in the new place cause she's never alone - Terry's cat is her buddy. The reason I'm writing this now is that I want you to call Teddy -- he's in Pittsburgh now for a few more weeks before he goes out to Columbus -- I talked to his cousin and he said Teddy's been working hard and doesn't know anybody is Pgh so maybe you could call him and offer your services in getting ripped together -- I'll give you his # when I get home to finish this -- I'm just leaving work now. More later.
Hello again -- here's the # -- 824-4300 Ext. 325 -- he's staying at a Quality Inn in North Versaillies, wherever that is, wonder why everybody's ending up in Pittsburgh -- breathtaking Gateway Center -- Greyhound station -- I wish I was back in Pgh and could start all over. I would have thrown the finger at Seton Hill long before I did!
How ya doin anyway? It seems to be getting toward the end -- do you finish in June or August? Then you'll be one of the few professionals among us -- (professional what?)
Have you heard from anybody? I haven't. How about Michael? Is he still not talking to his father? Hey, Timmy's taking karate at home from Tom Handest's wife -- this is his activity now - he's still not over Rita and is laying low. Daddy's news is that Jeech is missing -- nothing new -- he always takes off now. Of course Mama doesn't go anywhere. Nobody has any news these days. I haven't heard from the Graves -- no late bulletins on the state of the house-building. What can I say? I'm not in tune to these people anymore. I threw the I Ching Sat nite and put "nourishment" -- in mind and body, rejoin your own kind and the opposite was restraint -- no hard restraint now. I guess it is the time to be connected to people again -- the cycles always go away from or toward people -- would be nice to break out of the cycle altogether -- now that would be progress!
Write soon and take care -- if you do talk to Teddy, tell him I said hi -- I wish I could come and visit you both -- I fell like going somewhere -- Duh, no kidding.
P.S. Terry and Kathy say hello, hello -- Terry's looking for a job again.
Labels:
Barb Lucia,
Boston,
I Ching,
Mike,
Teddy,
Timmy Lucia
Sunday, September 23, 2012
February 17, 1974 (Letter from Barb)
As I begin my correspondence after a lengthy pause (roughly 2 months) you are the first one I'm going to write to. Lucky boy. I almost feel like skipping all the external events, they could sound like such a down and their relation to reality is not that close anyway. Now I know why Joan never writes letters -- no news is better than the news you have to give sometimes! Well, here goes --
#1 -- I'm moving again. A big black cloud has come to rain on my parade by the name of LANDLORD -- I know I've managed to talk into every bad situation in the book since I've been back here but this one was really and truly unforeseeable. After a health dept inspection occurred because of my kitchen wall continuing to crumble away, this strange sick man of a landlord let loose a barrage of harassment -- shutting off my electricity, chasing away the repair man, threatening me and telling me to get out (troublemaker, communist, etc.) This all happened almost a month ago -- I had housing out on it and he turned on the electricity (finally) but his intent was clear -- to get me out by the end of the month. Due to his violent nature and my own vulnerability in staying here alone and having Harry here all day I was forced to look for another place. I can't even explain the hassles, lawyers, tenants organizations, Rick, and the other things he's done like letting his German shepherds at Harry, turning off my hot water, etc. The kind of situation you've got to feel can't be real, but it is. How does one know that renting a decent place w/ a good lease doesn't insure anything? I had no way of knowing this character was a nut and a lease is just a piece of paper to him -- I'm really not that bummed out about him, I just don't believe it! So -- next weekend I'm going to move in w/ Terry and Kathy for the time being. I have reached the stage of not being disappointed or elated by outside events. There's been no progress in that area for 6 months, although I have made some inner progress, it's not reflected in anything around me. Everything has kept an unstable and transient nature and I don't expect a change. At work we've just moved to a new building -- from a very quiet, patient-oriented and small older place to a new, big clinic where people pay the status game and rigid attitudes abound. I am now working out of a cramped, ridiculous room 2/ fluorescent lighting, the whole trip. There is a certain amount of conflict between us and our own attitudes and what we found when we got there. They even object to our toys and things for the kids -- they don't feel it's dignified to have to step over a kid playing with a toy -- interferes with business-as-usual -- to us, business as usual is children, to them it is something different. With the attitudes I've been encountering everywhere here I really go into a despair sometimes. It's like starting the world all over again every day. As this past week was our final week after the move and I was frustrated at every turn, I allowed myself the luxury of getting high every high but one! I have really not turned to grass in a long time but there are times when I feel I need out of my daily circle of thoughts and worries and the constant tyranny of the ego. For months I have been living an isolated life of my solitude and my habits and now I feel like getting stoned with people. Friday nite I went out with a friend from work and her roommate -- got very stoned and went to see 2 Charlie Chaplin movies and enjoyed myself immensely. Tomorrow I have off and Terry and Kathy and I are going up to New Hampshire to see Doreen. I'm even renting a car! It has taken a very little while to dawn on me that there is no permanence here for me -- everything I've come back here to find has dissolved, but I had to know it for sure -- I must know the truth of things. I have no plans now -- I can only wait for the voice to speak again and hope I have the courage (again) to follow it. Seems that every few years life alters itself completely and there's a time of just nothing and waiting until it shows a completely new face. 5 years ago at this time the same thing was happening and although that sounds like a long time, it seems to me just a moment -- then the change came not only as a change in place but a complete change in goals, attitudes, a whole new ball game. (no pun intended, he, he) I feel like that whole time of being young and just living to learn is over -- I've been learning for 25 years and there's something else to live for now but I don't know what it is! It's not more formal education and it's not a career (per se) and it's not marriage yet -- I just have no concrete picture to present. I'm very attuned to what's in the wind and when I see it, well, I'll do it. I feel very out of touch with most of the old people -- I just don't know where they are -- all I know is they're not where I am. You and my brother, Tim, are 2 people I can perceive as being close to where I am; Mardi is worlds away and it's something I'm sorry to see. I'm not judging anybody or myself -- I'm just noting how it is. I don't even blame Mardi or anyone anymore for their decisions -- I just accept it. What can I say further? I have no positive view of people one way or the other. Look around and tell me if anyone has even begun on any sort of understanding, knowledgeable life -- a few have and there but then there's the fucking government and do you believe, does it seem at all reasonable that it keeps on day after day? Today this guy tried to crash his helicopter into the White House and they put him in the psychiatric ward! My God, they've got the wrong guy! It is all so insane... I don't even think we have a congress at this point. The people here are very angry and radicalized but these aren't the ones from the anti-war days -- they're the middle class -- the haves are mad now -- amazing, isn't it and doing civil disobedience and violence and still no one moves, no one does anything. You know, they did a study of college students now and most of them have no memory or idea of the anti-war movement or the draft or Vietnam or Kent State and they could care less about impeachment or whatever -- I don't know what they're into now, but hey, it wasn't that long ago, how can it change that fast? It's like national amnesia. I remember Teddy being prepared to leave the country 5 years ago because of Vietnam and now he's a traveling representative for Dunkin' Donuts in Ohio! It all seems to bizarre. What I really see is a lot of people including me and everyone else, reach a certain age and just slip over the line into place and stop!
Well, I better stop raving here -- what good does it do? I haven't even asked you what's up -- I see by your letter that Leslie is not one of the up things and school doesn't sound like one either -- it's been over a month since I got your letter -- I'm sure w/ your usual speedy recovery you've gotten into 10 new things by now. Hey, I did begin a journal again in January and I really like doing it again -- this time it's much more free-flowing, but I don't keep it up on a daily basis -- it's more or less erratic but I've noticed that when my mind reaches a certain point, at a given time in the cycle of moods. I pick just when I feel the need to express myself the strongest -- I don't know. Do you do it on a scheduled basis or wait for a time when you feel you should do it?
I'm going to bed now -- this letter is not what I intended --- I wish I could write you a better letter now but I can't. Take care and keep writing.
Labels:
Barb Lucia,
Doreen,
journal writing,
landlord problems,
Mardi,
work attitudes
Friday, August 31, 2012
December 5, 1973 (Letter from Barb)
It's not my arm that's not functioning, but my head-- I've begun to write about 6 times, and I enclose one of my efforts (didn't), written, like the others in between moving boxes, suitcases, furniture, sleeping, eating, and working. I haven't yet located my writing paper but I'm sure it will turn up.
I moved. Y es, goodbye Humboldt Street and no heat, no repairs, and no food in the refrigerator. In between I spent a week at Rick's (hassle, hassle, hassle!), and I'm safely ensconced in my own apt. I like it even tho I have no idea how I'll pay for it every month. It's really homey, w' high, slanting ceilings, a big back porch, 3 rooms and a bathroom on the 3rd floor of a house -- lots of trees around a field for Harry the dog.
Fact #2: Rick and I have broken up again -- this happens once very other week. Many problems which will never be resolved -- we'll probably still see each other-- who knows. (or cares??) He and his friend, Mac have a house in Roxbury -- nice house too.
Well, Paul, where do I begin? Have things continued to develop or is your head settled down after each new awakening experience -- I hope I didn't violate a confidence by discussing this 23/ Rick at the time you letter arrived, to get a male point of view, much different from my own, I might add! He seems to think that your real life history is only beginning, as far as feeling goes. He doesn't see the danger that I see, but thinks that there is a long road to come, but isn't there for everyone? (my addition)
I was reminded forcefully of my own feelings during certain vital, truly alive times, usually associated with unfamiliar places and new people -- the sudden closeness and warmth of just being with these people, who -- when you turn your mind back to it at another time -- seems to have lost the radiance and are only faces 2/ a remembered name and place. But the chance is irreversible and no amount of looking back will change you back into what you once were. The similarities in the feelings aroused are so great, I wonder if it's a universal experience, but perhaps only open to those who in a certain time and place accept the possibility -- ? It's frightening to think about before it ever happens but while it's happening -- pure exhilaration. Of course, my experiences were as "comprehensive" as what you have described -- I mean, including so many, regardless of role, sex, or personality -- I'd way you stepped off the board and right into the deep end. The other end would be progressing from one individual relationship to another, keeping a firm control on continuity and becoming in a slow way a more complex version of yourself. The old RATIONAL MIND -- no question of ever losing ego control. Now there's nothing wrong w/ this way except there's all the effort of control and rationalization and always some regret. Now, what you've done is the opposite -- total immersion -- a realization of a possible infinite #'s of new you's -- not rationally planned. The ego is suspected (I wish I could think of another word instead of sounding like a text book, but you know what I mean!) -- but it will come back and try to establish it's own continuity. Brought up as we are in this world, which worships the ego, we have no choice but to follow this cycle through. No matter what continuity you finally establish in your ind, I don't think you'll fee any regret as to what's happened. Even if you find yourself somewhere you never thought you'd be, you won't even want to be where you had always planned on being! Duh! So much for your head-- what about all the people you left behind in the old sphere of things -- do you really expect you can reach back and w/ your own power, just bring them along w/ your words and explanations? You're welcome to try, but will learn something trying. Here comes the danger -- are you willing to line in a sphere with -- at times -- non one else in it, for an undetermined amount of time? Do we really want this kind of freedom, I mean not just the idea of it, but the living of it, this is what they wrote all those books about when we were in school and we read and said "Right on, of course everyone wants this", but when you find that no everyone wants it at all, what do you think? You can stand there and watch as your friends drop into one niche or another, by accommodation, by marriage (no elaboration needed on this one!), by a lot of different ways and what is your choice -- to go on alone, or to keep what you've got but stop there and continue what you were doing and where you were headed before the question ever came up?
As for me to respond to you -- of course I still am responding in the old known way -- don't think words can ever really reach that part of another person. What a frustration to find out that you so seldom reach anybody and hardly ever with words. More and more now (from now on up to our parent's level -- or down?) -- people have a lot to lose by changing their course -- they have a balance worked out and it wasn't easy and they're not about to give it up for someone else's vision of how things should be. Sad, but true -- it's like asking our parents to smoke grass and get into it they simply have too much to lose at this stage of the game and there's no guarantee! You might not win the big game -- the way they are, they're fairly wise to say no. Think of that when you feel disappointed when people won't respond to you. I will respond as best I can, within my own time and place and without any loss of my own balance, that's all anyone can do -- at the state we're at, no one is going to leave their own hard-won perception behind for yours -- this is life in the grown-up world. It's not what we expected it to be is it? We always thought we'd always be totally open to anything and you turn around and see your self limiting certain spheres out of your range forever. I've said too much already -- I probably could have summed this all up in a line or two if I had the real clarity of thought you're looking for. I'm only another one "on the way", like you. I'm very interested in your thoughts now, after this amount of time has gone by -- if you don't write before Christmas, I'll see you in Warren then. I'm definitely coming home for Christmas -- trying to get a ride now but I have reservations if I don't.
I hope this will serve as the feedback you wanted-- I'm sure you've heard from other people by now and maybe this will add something to their responses -- I'm glad you decided to write the letter -- it certainly was a "moving" experience.
Take care!
I've talked to Mardi -- I've buried all my doubts for now and am just trying to gain some support. (She wants to go out and see Bill! No surprise, right? I advised her against it, biting my tongue to keep from saying a lot of things, but if she decides to chance it, she'll do it I'm sure. Joan and Freddie are now in Meadville, Pa -- one of their strings of Penna towns -- I have no address. My brother Tim is at home working at the State, substitute teaching at Warren High (weird!) and buying a car -- his girlfriend, Rita, has never been heard of again after going down to Texas to see the Maharishi -- and I'm in old Boston fixing up a new apt. and going nowhere new I suppose! Warren at Christmas should be interesting!
Now I'll end this -- happy holidays!
Labels:
15 Humboldt,
Barb Lucia,
Bill Anderson,
Boston,
Freddy,
Joan,
Mardi,
Timmy Lucia
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
August 31, 1973 (Letter from Barb)
Hello, hello, I can't believe you're in Pittsburgh! I had a feeling you would never go there for some reason! You'll like it -- it's a little more aesthetically pleasing than Buffalo and it's not "big city" -- have you gone through Shadyside yet? Go to the Gazebo -- it's Pittsburgh's version of the Jewish deli and of course all the in people hang out there. It was good to hear from you -- everyone was interested to hear how you were doing. All of us have been "expressing ourselves", as they say, sometimes conflicting but usually getting along. This week is another heat wave and there's a traffic jam in the kitchen around the ice water. Rick and I did food shopping last week to stock up, so I don't get paid till next Friday and have zero money. I'll have to borrow money to pay Doyle Monday. Well, I didn't get the job at the Arlington House at McLean -- they wanted somebody "tougher" -- ? -- after the big rap they gave me about sensitivity. And I didn't want the other one, so I took the job at Children's. I've been here all this week and I really like it! I even got some coloring books and crayons for the little kiddies -- now I have to get a little table for them to sit at -- that ought to keep them quiet! Rick has been giving me a ride in the morning except for today when it took me over an hour to get here by MTA. That's not including the bus I didn't wait for, but broke my vow and hitched from Kenmore Square to Longwood, then ran to Children's. Almost had a cardiac attack when I slid in at 9:15. I had left Humboldt at 8:00! Had a hard time getting Harry back in this morning -- the squirrels are on the move and she was freaking out, barking and running from tree to tree. I should have brought a BONE with me to tempt her back in. She goes in and sleeps with Bob when I leave in the morning -- what a free and easy dog. Disgusting.
Let me outline briefly the happenings in and around 15 Humboldt -- after you left Terry and I were alone for a week -- Bob and Steve were off jaunting around. We started getting paranoid -- locked the bathroom window at night even! Then I went down to the Vineyard for a couple days (stayed w/ Doreen and John -- they were there on vacation) and stopped on the Cape to see Kinky and Linda. Rick had lent me his car -- shock! I got home late last Thursday nite right into zoo city -- 15 Humboldt style -- very reminiscent of the house on the Vineyard 1971! Steve was in his room balling some chick w/ the door open, Bob was stoned in his room w/ people running in and out and music up to 10 decibels above normal ear damage and Terry was sitting calmly in her room as usual. I went into my room, dumped all my stuff, came out into the kitchen and Steve is very calmly getting a glass of chocolate milk naked. I'm there, Hey Steve, would you mind putting something on? He's there -- what, are you kidding me? But Grandma Moses prevailed and he put on his shorts. Within about 1/2 hour I felt shitting and Steve had to come in and sit with me cause I thought I was going to faint again -- so we were friends again anyway. I was really tired from no sleep and all the driving. Meanwhile, Steve and Bob have left and come back twice since then -- I don't' know how they do it. Things have been pretty quiet since, but I do go to bed early now so I miss the late nite "activities". My big thing this week has been getting something cooked and eating and cleaning up as an evening's activity, w/out falling over from the heat. The noise level has been stupendous at night w/ Steve's stereo, Bob's (he bought a beautiful set), and Terry's radio (bought from Bob when he got his stereo!). It's sort of like a liberated college dorm. The amazing thing is that we can get along under the crowded conditions -- it could have been a different story w/ another set of people. Oh, fun, fun. I really fell quite at home there but would not consider it for a permanent residence. I can't start looking for a possible apt. till I get a few paychecks of course. I'm glad to hear you're settled. Let me know how it works out. Are the rest of the people there students?
Your rendition of the reunion was about what I would imagine, although you failed to mention your favorite couple and mine -- Mardi and Marti. I imagine they were there. Now that I'm away from it, I find it hard to really believe it really happened (and it still happening!). Mardi really did get married, it's all "true" -- is it?? I'm glad I'm not there -- I don't want to be a witness to the settling in and the subsequent dissatisfaction. I don't know why I'm talking about it so formally except I can't relate to it is why I guess. Fuck it, it's just something I can't get a hold of!! Well, I try not to worry or think about it, I've found lately that when I see people (friends) in a mess, or what I perceive to be a fucked up situation, I take it a little way and then I stop and it doesn't really concern me. I don't know if I'm becoming more selfish or more realistic -- I don't know just thought I'd explain it to you -- maybe you know what I mean -- it's like witnessing but not really letting it get inside you. Ya know???
It's time to go home -- probably finish this tonite -- I think we're going to see "Harold and Maude" tonite -- but then w/ Rick you never know.
Continuing saga of the working girl -- Tuesday Sept 4.
Really meant to finish this this weekend but things got hectic. Friday nite sat on the roof in a thunderstorm - just felt like it. I mostly slept all evening -- I was dead. Saturday Steve and I cleaned the bathroom -- couldn't stand it any more -- it took about 3 hours, pretty good since it has never been cleaned! And finally I went to see Harold and Maude by myself but I enjoyed it immensely -- great music. The question of the nite was -- Did they really do it?? Duh!
Sunday started the mad dash -- I went down to the Cape with Doreen and John to hear them play (Harry came too!) -- and we drove back to New Hampshire arriving at 4:00 in the morning. (They keep this pace up every weekend -- I don't know how!) Rick came up yesterday and we went swimming and ate and sat around and ate and smoked dope and ate -- got home about 1:30 last night. I don't know what I'm doing today -- everything is sort of passing me by -- maybe if I eat some of my granola I'll perk up. It's another 90+ day -- when will this ever end? I don't remember summer being like this here before. Poor Harry -- stuck up on that 3rd floor all day in this heat! I left the fan on for her and when I get home she'll get a BONE! and I'll throw her in the bathtub in cold water.
Well, I think I'll mail this! I'm wishing you well on your new life in Pgh, Pa. -- hope your courses aren't too boring -- there much be something good -- let me know the developments.
Everyone says hi, Harry too!
Labels:
15 Humboldt,
Barb Lucia,
Cambridge,
Cape Cod,
Doreen,
Harold and Maude,
high school reunion,
Mardi and Marti,
Pittsburgh,
Rick
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
October 28, 1972 (Letter from Barb)
Just got your letter after the long abstinence of communication. And I just got one from Mardi -- after a month since my mom died. Of course I haven't written to anybody -- have been in a month long bummer which I hope is drawing to a close. It was so good hearing form you. I was feeling very isolated and alone in the world. I had been home 2 weeks while Mom was in the hospital and was there all the time so I really got into the whole thing. Timmy and Danny were there when she died -- it was like nothing had happened. No big thing -- very quiet. Just another routine thing in the hospital. All the relatives were wailing away and we were calm. Mardi called that nite because her mother had called her and told her. I really didn't expect her to come but did wish that she would. I was hurt to think she never even considered it. I felt that she just didn't acknowledge the happening. So there it is -- I have felt in the last year or so that Mardi puts Mardi first in all -- perhaps it's a lack in communication, and maybe it's just the hassle of living. I don't know. Friends don't stay the same in the "grown-up" world. Joan was home the weekend after and it was really good to talk to her, believe it or not. She and Freddie are really on the rocks -- she is considering divorce. If you talk to her don't say anything about this. She is not in too good shape. Excuse the handwriting, but Rick and I are in the laundromat sort of hunched up on the window sill -- Sunday afternoon at the laundromat. There is not much new w/ me -- Rick and I are still together but it's been rocky the last month considering my mood and the fact that I don't have a roommate anymore to help me support the apt. Rick has been living there but he has no money. I am really trying to move but it's hard to find something as roomy and nice as my place, only cheaper and in a nice neighborhood. No such thing! And I now have a car of sorts. Our old gray Buick from home. Rick and I brought it back after the funeral. He had fixed it cause it wasn't running at all. Now it runs but has no reverse, no drive, etc. etc. All we have is low. It's a lot better than nothing, I can conclude. That has been one nice thing.
Monday night -- Long pause in between these installments. I know I'm really not feeling myself when I can't even sit down and write a letter. It's been very hard to do just that and this is the first in over a month. Lucky Paul! It's easy to respond to your rambling raps though. You are going through a phase but don't think it's shallow, youth pre-programmed and all that. A necessary portion of your awakening into that grown-up world we are all so fond of talking about? College senior restlessness? Whatever you call it it's forward with determination -- doesn't seem to be the way. There's no rush -- right?! I remember coming to Boston 2 1/2 years ago and sometimes it seems like the blink of an eye -- other times like at least ten years have passed. I of course do not feel that it is an end or a final place -- whatever it is, it's not here. I would never be an inhabitant of all this continual motion. But there's a life in itself here that it worth being attentive to. Maybe you will find your place or your work soon and remain there -- who knows? I've found that adulthood has somehow overtaken me in the midst of my travels so I'm at a different viewpoint than 2 years ago, 1 year ago, 3 months ago! It's really sort of out of our power, so as you said, flow with it.
You also say you're noticing a distance between you and the people you're living among. I think this is the point where people do go off in their own direction -- last year of school and onward, if it hasn't happened already. Don't count on your friends to support you completely or to stay with you. That's not in their power either. They'll have their own focus and they, (he, she, etc) have to go w/ it. So explains Mardi and Joan and Barb, Paul, Mike, etc, etc, etc!! Your consideration of staying in Buffalo till spring sounds like it will be worth it -- you'll have time to think a little. If your travel plans don't click you're welcome to try Boston, the Cape or the Vineyard -- 3 assorted lifestyles. As I aid, you're welcome. Wherever I may be, it till probably be one of the three, although by summer I don't believe it will be Boston. I have even considered living at home for a few months in view of the circumstances -- I haven't pursued the idea very far I must say. Getting a place outside of Warren wouldn't be such a bad idea for awhile. Although the working situation there is really undesirable (???) Did you know that Joan graduates in January too, and then she has to do her student teaching somewhere and somehow support herself -- like she said, because of Freddie she has no home and no money, and needless to say, no security. Any encouragement for a too-early biracial marriage? Thanks god Mardi and Bill didn't get married! She says she is adjusting to Sue and seeing Bill, period. That was the extent of the news. She's mostly tied up with work and school. I've got to acknowledge her perseverance anyway. She also says she probably won't be home for Christmas. I don't know why not but Mardi's mind bears no explanation. I will be of course and also for Thanksgiving. Will you be there? Warren, Pa and the 15,000 friendly folk? Leroy Schneck ramblin on? Scott Saylor socking it to em on WNAE? It's all there, folks -- just stay on rt 6 and follow the crowd!
Well, I hope this has provided some enlightenment, enjoyment or news -- I really can't elaborate on how things are in old Beantown -- I haven't been paying too much attention to them. But I am coming out of my retirement to go see Steve Miller Band and James Montgomery Blues Band Friday night and Judy Collins in 2 weeks. I think it's money well spent. Also, wistful plans of going to the Vineyard for a few days -- the winter's the best. Nice and desolate and deserted. Take care and thanks all over for writing. Don't forget to go and vote for McGovern -- it's the only gesture we can make and I sadly believe it will only be a gesture.
See you next month I hope. Don't work too hard at nite or you'll have your yearly shitty cold early this year!
Harry says a doggy hi -- she will probably be home too!
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
March 19, 1972 (Letter from Barb)
Heighdy-ho Paul Nelson how in the hell are you? I'm sorry about not writing!! I haven't written a letter since February and I feel like a jerk. But before I go on -- do you know if you're coming over Easter yet? Let me know now so I can plan our fun-filled vacation -- gala parties, dope dens, etc. etc. I think I'm going to go home for the weekend after Easter since I have that Monday off -- some state holiday.
Do you plan on making the Annual Memorial Day Festivities and Chicken Barbecue this year?? I guess that's the only time we ever get together -- that and Christmas. God, it seems like last May was 35 years ago!
Thursday 3/23. I can't even get one letter written -- fate is against me. I had just gotten the date written and the electricity went off -- so we were fooling around 2/ the fuses for awhile. Everything always works so well in this house. Not much news to tell you -- did I tell you "I'm in love again" -- well I'm going out w/ a guy anyway. Since November -- I probably mentioned it to you over Christmas. The more I know him, the more I like him, which is very strange and not the usual state of affairs. One good thing (or bad thing? I don't know) it will do is keep me in Boston this summer instead of hitting the road again, as I've done for the last three summers! I have 3 weeks vacation so it won't be so bad. I plan to go to the Vineyard then and groove out on the ocean. A summer w/out the ocean is unheard of!! I'm back at Mass Mental since the end of January -- completely different than last year -- especially with my good buddy Meryl gone and all different people there-- except the crazies of course. It's always an experience though -- now instead of Meryl I have Tony -- a guy who is a homosexual, active in Gay Liberation, etc. So far 8 hours a day I am getting a new slant on life and since he is very outgoing and frank about his life, etc. He's a nice guy but very hyper -0- mostly because of popping pills all the time. Oh, Boston is just a clean place to live!! (And I got a good job too!) How are things in Buffalo?? and school? Harry says hi and she ants you to come visit. We have a rabbit now, you can groove on -- it's a little baby and Nanse keeps it in her room -- just what we need. All Harry wants to do it eat it. Are you going to California this summer? (What are you going to do???, etc etc ad nauseum!) I just sent Mardi a brithday card -- she's 22 and I'm 23 and I'm freaking out. (You're 22 too, right?) I guess Bil is getting unemployment now -- I don't know what he's doing with his time (Al's). Mardi was talking about them buying a car and coming home in May. Memorial Day here we come. I haven't written to Joan (everytime I think of it I just don't know what to write!) All I want to know is how she's doing -- I keep expecting the worst -- I don't know why! Like a divorce or something. Any word from Michael? He'll the The Graduate in a few months -- he, he. We're all "students of life", yes, yes.
Write and talk to me ahilw when you have time -- and let me know about Easter, ok? You can call if you want (collect of course) - (617/731-1058). I wont' be going home till weekendn of April 14th. Take care.
Labels:
Barb Lucia,
Bill Anderson,
Boston,
Harry,
Joan,
Mardi,
Memorial Day chicken barbecue,
Mike,
Tony from Boston
Monday, April 30, 2012
October 8, 1971 (Letter from Barb Lucia)
I'm living in the slums again in my usual October unemployed state -- how is the ocean, sunshine and restaurant life?? Seems to be my forte -- working at the ocean -- the only time I'm ever content -- duh! Nothing like living in fantasyland all the time. Maybe Renee was right-- we do live in a dream world.
Anderson drove me back to Boston! He and another guy came to Warren and stayed at Mardi's house and ate her ravioli -- she was happy, needless to say, about staying in Msp and work! We started out for Boston one bright sunny day (last Thurs) and ended up spending the nite in Niagara Falls w/ two bombed guys on my hands -- trying to get them up to the room plus sneaking Harry in unobtrusively -- I'm there, duh, what in the hell am I doing in Niagara Falls?!
They stayed here for 2 days -- having a fantastic time w/ no refrigerator, no music, etc. We were just putting the place together again and had no stereo or radio plus Anderson got stuck w/ getting a U-haul and going out to get our new refrigerator. He is really nice sometimes, you know?
So here I am -- my head is completely turned around since I left here in July -- seems like 3 years not 3 months. Since living on the Vineyard, I am so alienated from this kind of life and here I thought I had outgrown these sudden changes of heart (?) I feel exactly as if I'm living in Warren ,Pa and can't get out! Not that I mind living in Boston but just the day-to-day shit plus it is so ugly around her e-- I can't explain how I feel -- but yet there's no sense in moving around the goddamn county every 3 months forever -- they ought to lock me up somewhere! Also am at a loss because it seems I have a job back at old Mass Mental but no salary because of the money freeze, state govt, etc. Right now I am typing for a guy at Mass Men for $3/yr until this job is done, probably another week. Hey, I do have a good job. Enough of such shit -- I had a great 6 weeks of August/Sept -- BIG DEAL -- and now it's over ok -- what are you doing? Duh! Mardi and I were talking about this the other nite -- how I got to live at M. Vineyard and have fun in the sun and all that but now I have nothing and she stayed in one place and didn't get to go anywhere but she has everything she needs as far as security goes, etc. -- and we decided that no one is really getting anywhere! As if there's somewhere to get to -- and there's Sue Smith in Warren thinking that we're so neat because we don't live there but of course we're not neat or cool or whatever -- and everyone sits around envying you because you're in California but they don't think about the hassles with money and a place to stay and no security and all that -- they don't understand that you're just living, wherever you are! Place has little to do with it. Although sunshine and peace can let you feel content no matter what your hassles are. Are you having a quiet time nowadays? If you're doing a lot of acid, etc. you're not exactly in the place I mean? Remember my ex-old man from last year who came to Boston last October fresh from tripping his little heart out constantly in California full of love and peace, brother -- I saw him in September and he has lot all his sunshine ways I fear an dis now completely hard-core city -- screw your brother! God, people are weird! (Far-out, freaky, and not least of all -- groovy.) You'll have to see what going back to Buffalo does to your head in January -- believe me, it'll be strange. And of course, we'll see you at Christmas in Warren -- hey, something new. Did you know that Don Corey got married last Saturday?! Far out? Thought I'd throw that in for old times sake -- so did Marti Graves and of course Tina and Mark -- Joan is going back to Clarion in January. That's it for the news that makes the news. Mardi and Bill -- that famed financial wonder -- both ran out of money at the same time -- him in Philly and her in Msp. She had to send him his paycheck and I had to send her $10 to make it though the week -- amazing, truly amazing. Here I sit with no car, no stereo, No TV, no car-stereo tapes, etc. sending money to Msp. They have everything you could possibly want -- except xtra money. Hey, we're all clean.
Switch to the local news -- you know that Doreen and John are getting married in December -- she's moving out next Friday into their new place in New Hampshire and I am freaking out -- I can't imagine living here and not living with Doreen. Nancy lives here now -- I don't know if you've met her -- she's going to nursing school now and studies all week long - I am going to be really lonely this year!
Sat. nite. Hi there-- I just got back from work -- I went to type a couple hours tonite -- every little bit counts! I stopped by at the hospital to chat with Bill, the security guard. This is his C.O. job and I swear he's the only person in the world who reads more than you do -- a book a night is his average since all security guards do is sit there all night. His dream is to go to the Adirondacks and write a novel. Why do I know such weird people -- not weird, just different? Well Paul, what are you doing right now -- 11:00 p.m. -- Sat nite -- working -- right? I hope we all can actually carry on a conversation when you come home. Mrs. P said to be sure and say hello -- I think she worries about you! Now why would anybody worry about you! Duh! I even worry! Take care and write -- see you soon.
Labels:
Barb Lucia,
Bill Anderson,
California,
Don Corey,
Doreen,
Harry,
Mardi,
Marti Graves,
Mrs. Peroski,
Niagara Falls,
Renee
Thursday, April 26, 2012
September 9, 1971 (Letter from Barb Lucia)
Howdy -- you fucker! What in the hell are you doing???? Don't you know that living at the beach is all a fantasy -- life that's only good for a little while -- believe me I know and don't I know that's why I'm the dud I am now! So hep me Nelson, if you do what I did I'll kill you! I feel like it's my kid or something...really, "what are you going to do?" -- GIANT QUOTES around that question. When I first heard you were in California I was home -- in Warren Pa 16365 -- I went home for a week -- my mother had an operation -- she has cancer and they had to remove her breast -- it was really heavy for them, so I had to go home for the week. So I casually call up your house to see where you're living in Buffalo -- I'm there -- California?? Then Mardi tells me you're staying there. Well, what can I say? Paul -- how can you, of all people, quit school? You are the original enjoyer of school --I've never known anyone to enjoy it and get more out of it than you do -- when I quit I knew it would be a wasted year for me to go on, but for you I don't see it that way. Anyway, maybe I'm worrying all for naught -- why don't you write and tell me -- I'll only be here on the island till Sunday, then back to Boston and home for a few weeks to help my mother out. So write to me at home -- OK?
The summer here ended as suddenly as if someone shut it down for the season. Labor Day was everyone's last day at work and boom -- everything closed and everyone went back to where they came from. Now the roads are deserted and we are just wondering what to do with the days until we go. It's like country time -- we have gone through changes in our house lately -- Woodstock II has arrived -- everyone wanting just a place to be and music to listen too -- our house is it. I can't explain the latest hassles but I will when I see you. Why in hell can't people get along -- even people that you like you can't get along with anymore. People are such fucking assholes to each other -- our time here-- I mean on the island -- is so short -- why can't we be generous. Shit. Time anywhere is fucking short -- it always seems that it will last forever until all at once you're remembering it. Mardi told me she was coming here and then I got a letter that she's not and guess why -- no $$$. Now what the hell kind of fucking excuse is that but with Mardi and Bill it's true. So I didn't answer to call -- so she called me last night and we talked about all this shit. There were 10 million people here-- 5 million of whom no one in the house knew and I couldn't talk really freely on the phone -- it's so rare you get to talk freely now-a-days -- it used to be you did it very day of your life! Everyone's grown up! I'm also running out of paper -- what am I babbling about? Hey, I got a letter from Joan today. Her life is like a fucking soap opera -- she moved on on Freddy -- she said she got drunk and tried to kill him (?) -- but they're together now and all is well. Did you get all that? She is also going back to Clarion in January and the government is paying for it. If that marriage makes it, it will be all Joan's doing -- I hope she can do it! And Mardi and Bill are not making it together either -- God, the whole thing just sucks -- people are just determined to fuck everything up. But Mardi's staying tho -- working and going to school at night again this year. Where the hell does she have to go? If I didn't go back to Boston where the hell would I go? I was thinking today -- up on the top of the back field behind our house -- why can't we all be back where we were 2 or 3 years ago, only be what we are now -- just have our new selves there-- I had it all figured out anyway. I went out in the field w/ Harry to get away from PEOPLE -- I swear I'm going to be a hermit in another year or so -- so I hope I see you before then so I can talk to you.
I saw Mike when he was home -- he's applying to the Peace Corps for next year -- duh! And Tina and Mark are just about goners -- they're both hitched by now. So what else is new -- no new lights in my horizon -- for once in 3 years -- everything seems planned out and all I have to do is follow it all through. I'm going home for a while -- then back to Boston to old Calumet St. and the old job at Mass Mental. And every fall I'm usually freaking out wondering what to do -- it all seems so dull this way -- maybe something will come up and fuck me up -- if I'm lucky. You know my Boston address -- right? It'll be me and Doreen and Nancy and -- get this -- Doreen and John are getting married -- that's too much in itself -- and planning to live with us in the same place when they do. Shades of Apt 203, Lake Street! Oh we are just so unconventional aren't we? Now I am going to end all this -- just write soon. Take care Paul -- I hate to say it, but I will (see you at Christmas) SHIT!
Labels:
Barb Lucia,
Bill Anderson,
breast cancer,
California,
Doreen,
Freddy,
Joan,
Mardi,
Mark,
Mike,
Mrs. Lucia,
Nancy,
Nantucket,
Tina
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
May 7, 1971 (Letter from Barb Lucia)
Hi there you freak -- how are you doing? The whole scene here has changed completely since you were her e-- all of a sudden out of 3 weeks of rain, today popped up -- hot and sunny, as if its' been summer for at least 6 months. Of course everybody had to rush outside and hang out in the sun -- it's so rare to have sun in Boss-town! All other shit is about the same -- Pam has settled down somewhat -- the crisis are only about once a month. We had a giant quarrel and eve since have been getting along pretty well -- if we didn't live together we'd get along super -- too bad about that. Doreen is roving around the country side every weekend singing with the band. I never see her on weekends but she usually leaves me her car for the weekend so I'm not grounded. Things are really dead. I know some day soon I'm just going to bolt, pack up my belongings, take Harry and stick out my thumb toward the Cape. Wait and see -- the job things is the hassle -- I haven't spoken to "the man" about it yet -- I haven't any plans - -so what can I tell him? Fuck. How are your plans -- will it be Buffalo for the summer? I imagine you're right in the middle of papers, finals, etc. I had to do one paper for my class and it was such an effort -- I can't imagine being in school full-time now! You know when you were sick in February? Well, I had the same shit all this week -- my throat was hanging out -- I got a Dr's appointment and got some penicillin -- he thought it might be mono and I could see myself in bed all summer! -- but I don't think it is. Such shit. All I did this week was rest after work, and work on my paper. I went out last nite to a party at Teddy's -- forgot what it's like to go out. Got stoned and generally hung out.
Did I tell you I went home -- I guess I did, huh? The week after you were here. I really enjoyed being home for the weekend -- now how's that for culture shock? I visited Mrs. P, went up to Rimrock and clonked around -- - it was nice, didn't mind it at all. I tried to call Joan from home but couldn't locate her so I called her after I got back. She had just gotten home from work (at a store) and sounded pretty good. 1st thing she asked me was if I saw her mother. Now how could I see her mother -- they wouldn't let me in the house I'm sure. Joan's heard from her father and from Carol but of course her mother is being a martyr -- I know that it really bothers Joan -- I wish her mother would give in a little -- what a jerk she is.
Well, I am the last one left in the office -- this 9-5 is for shit when it's nice out -- what's up for the weekend -- ever since I've been sick all I've wanted to do is rest -- get out of my rocker and go.
Me and Nancy went to the Vineyard one weekend just looking around and froze our asses off at nigh t-- things do not look encouraging for a job there -- but when do things ever look encouraging -- the thing is to go it and if it doesn't work out -- move on. Right? Duh. I don't know.
I wonder how things are with the Minneapolis people -- haven't heard from Mardi in awhile -- if they go to the Bahamas or Florida with Mr. Sayles I'll kill Mardi! Not that I want to go to Florida, but I just want to go somewhere. If Anderson ever saves the money he should get a gold medal; and a slap on the back -- what a superhuman feat! Everyone seems so far away -- all the people I want to see are halfway across the fucking country and here I am going to work every day -- doo-doo-doo. As you may be able to tell, I am discouraged about the whole deal -- and any words of wisdom are appreciated. I just feel that nothing will ever go right -- and if they do -- it will only be for a little while -- blah. Forget all this schlopp and have a happy spring -- write soon and take care.
Labels:
Barb Lucia,
Bill Anderson,
Boston. Warren,
Doreen,
Joan,
Mardi,
Martha's Vineyard,
Nancy,
Pam
Monday, April 16, 2012
February 18, 1971 (Letter from Barb Lucia)
Hi there boobie -- have you forgotten your long lost roomie -- due to my great letter writing lately, I am losing every friend I ever had!
How's your semester going? My life is at its usual February peak -- whoopee. Both my roommates are away all this week -- one is a teacher and gets the week off and Pam has the week off too -- so they're tripping the light fantastic around the countryside -- so it's me and the dog holding things down here. I am still spaced from last weekend -- duh! I went up to Maine with a chick friend and stayed at a farmhouse 2/ a million freaks -- loaded from the word go. I've never seen so much dope in one place -- bricks and bricks or hash on the kitchen table, canisters of grass, a canister of cocaine (powder) -- another one of orange acid -- what a freaky weekend. I was waking up at night getting hits in my sleep -- they were doing cocaine but I passed on that one -- stuck with the smoke and the hash brownies. They had a little kid about 2 years old who was up all night tripping-- she got into the acid. Hey, safe! I drove home through the mounds of snow not knowing shit -- duh! And I was driving a standard which took my utmost concentration just to stay on the road. This week itself was quiet -- I finally went to a doctor and got some BCP pills -- now in case I ever screw again -- oh such immoral lives we lead. Speaking of the famed subject -- I got a letter form Mrs. Joan Stevens of Fayetteville, N. Carolina -- know her? Yes, Joanie Pic did it -- she had a miscarriage while still at Clarion. She sounds good in the letter. I'm still freaked by the whole thing. I heard through the Warren grapevine that Margie and Ward have completely disinherited her of the family fortunate. Did you ever meet Freddie? I can't remember if you did or not. God, I can just see Joan's parents when she told them -- I guess Joan will never be in Warren again! True to our predictions, Renee was 1st, then Joan -- now it's a toss-up between Tina and Mardi. I don't know if Bill and Mardi will even bother to get married. Can you see Anderson at a wedding -- not bombed!
So much for Joan and Renee and Mark. When's he getting hitched? I wish Mrs. P and Mr. Sayles would have a wedding so we could go to it but if they do get married, I don't think they'll have a big deal.
More news from the home front -- Timmy flunked out of Edinboro. I don't know how that can be done but he did it. So now he's home and happy about it. He has to get a job and pay back a $400 bank loan cause he didn't get his state money naturally since he didn't pass. My father is there, "Well, that's three out of three!" He's so witty! Of course, we're all so stable anyway. Timmy is making me look sensible lately. Of course, I haven't done anything drastic lately either. What's up for the summer? Or should I ask? I've got the urge for going but I also have got a good job (I don't believe I just said that -- oh I've got a good job!) Of course I won't decide anything until the summer is upon us -- can't feature a pleasant summer in Roxbury, with the garbage, heat, etc. Yech, I'd have to have a damn good reason to stay here and I don't have a good reason! So there.
Mardi and Bill are looking for a new place (that's new) -- they still have no money. Hey, dink, did you get my valentine -- I'm so cute, sending valentines -- I even sent none to Mrs. P cause I knew she'd send me one.
Well, kiddo, have to close now -- just hang in there till spring. Mardi says she's coming out here in the spring -- hell will freeze over too. If you get a vacation you come too -- you're always welcome and we could all be together again -- wouldn't that be neato, Paul? (Take out the garbage!) Take care and write. Peace and love and all that.
How's your semester going? My life is at its usual February peak -- whoopee. Both my roommates are away all this week -- one is a teacher and gets the week off and Pam has the week off too -- so they're tripping the light fantastic around the countryside -- so it's me and the dog holding things down here. I am still spaced from last weekend -- duh! I went up to Maine with a chick friend and stayed at a farmhouse 2/ a million freaks -- loaded from the word go. I've never seen so much dope in one place -- bricks and bricks or hash on the kitchen table, canisters of grass, a canister of cocaine (powder) -- another one of orange acid -- what a freaky weekend. I was waking up at night getting hits in my sleep -- they were doing cocaine but I passed on that one -- stuck with the smoke and the hash brownies. They had a little kid about 2 years old who was up all night tripping-- she got into the acid. Hey, safe! I drove home through the mounds of snow not knowing shit -- duh! And I was driving a standard which took my utmost concentration just to stay on the road. This week itself was quiet -- I finally went to a doctor and got some BCP pills -- now in case I ever screw again -- oh such immoral lives we lead. Speaking of the famed subject -- I got a letter form Mrs. Joan Stevens of Fayetteville, N. Carolina -- know her? Yes, Joanie Pic did it -- she had a miscarriage while still at Clarion. She sounds good in the letter. I'm still freaked by the whole thing. I heard through the Warren grapevine that Margie and Ward have completely disinherited her of the family fortunate. Did you ever meet Freddie? I can't remember if you did or not. God, I can just see Joan's parents when she told them -- I guess Joan will never be in Warren again! True to our predictions, Renee was 1st, then Joan -- now it's a toss-up between Tina and Mardi. I don't know if Bill and Mardi will even bother to get married. Can you see Anderson at a wedding -- not bombed!
So much for Joan and Renee and Mark. When's he getting hitched? I wish Mrs. P and Mr. Sayles would have a wedding so we could go to it but if they do get married, I don't think they'll have a big deal.
More news from the home front -- Timmy flunked out of Edinboro. I don't know how that can be done but he did it. So now he's home and happy about it. He has to get a job and pay back a $400 bank loan cause he didn't get his state money naturally since he didn't pass. My father is there, "Well, that's three out of three!" He's so witty! Of course, we're all so stable anyway. Timmy is making me look sensible lately. Of course, I haven't done anything drastic lately either. What's up for the summer? Or should I ask? I've got the urge for going but I also have got a good job (I don't believe I just said that -- oh I've got a good job!) Of course I won't decide anything until the summer is upon us -- can't feature a pleasant summer in Roxbury, with the garbage, heat, etc. Yech, I'd have to have a damn good reason to stay here and I don't have a good reason! So there.
Mardi and Bill are looking for a new place (that's new) -- they still have no money. Hey, dink, did you get my valentine -- I'm so cute, sending valentines -- I even sent none to Mrs. P cause I knew she'd send me one.
Well, kiddo, have to close now -- just hang in there till spring. Mardi says she's coming out here in the spring -- hell will freeze over too. If you get a vacation you come too -- you're always welcome and we could all be together again -- wouldn't that be neato, Paul? (Take out the garbage!) Take care and write. Peace and love and all that.
Labels:
Barb Lucia,
Bill Anderson,
drugs,
Edinboro State College,
Freddy,
Joan,
Maine,
Mardi,
Mr. Sayles,
Mrs. Peroski,
Pam,
Roxbury,
Timmy Lucia
Saturday, April 14, 2012
November 18, 1970 (Letter from Barb Lucia)
It's a bleak, windy and rainy November day and again I sit and wonder "What in the hell am I doing here???" Have have you been? I talked to Mardi Monday night -- get this -- she and Anderson are now in Las Vegas for a week, starting today. Bill won the trip from the Star-Tribune, since he's such a lousy district manager. But they'll get the last screw in the end because he has to work Christmas Day, so can't come home to Warren, Pa 16365! Maybe he ca get out of it somehow, knowing Anderson.
I'm pretty sure I'm going home for Thanksgiving -- I'll be flying the nite of Wed, the 25th -- one week from today. Will you be anywhere around Buffalo then? I could really dig a ride home with you, since no telling where Timmy is and if he can come and my Dad doesn't know how to get there. Will you call me and let me know? You can call collect say, Sunday nite -- late. I should be able to stay home Thurs-Fri-Sat and leave Sun. So I'll be sure to see you then -- we can go to Shorty's stoned for a real bummer. I might bring a guy home -- he will freak at the sights and sounds of downtown Warren, Pa, "Hooterville" -- what can I say? It's going to be ugly there now -- blah! Sometimes I even wish we were back on Lake Street in 95 degrees bitching about who should take out the garbage -- where shall we live next summer? California?! There's nothing new to report from her e-- nothing is uglier than Boston in the winter except Buffalo in the winter. Yech.
Take care, se you next week sometime -- will we be graced with Mike and Mark's presence this Thanksgiving, not to mention Joan -- old friends -- ???
I'm pretty sure I'm going home for Thanksgiving -- I'll be flying the nite of Wed, the 25th -- one week from today. Will you be anywhere around Buffalo then? I could really dig a ride home with you, since no telling where Timmy is and if he can come and my Dad doesn't know how to get there. Will you call me and let me know? You can call collect say, Sunday nite -- late. I should be able to stay home Thurs-Fri-Sat and leave Sun. So I'll be sure to see you then -- we can go to Shorty's stoned for a real bummer. I might bring a guy home -- he will freak at the sights and sounds of downtown Warren, Pa, "Hooterville" -- what can I say? It's going to be ugly there now -- blah! Sometimes I even wish we were back on Lake Street in 95 degrees bitching about who should take out the garbage -- where shall we live next summer? California?! There's nothing new to report from her e-- nothing is uglier than Boston in the winter except Buffalo in the winter. Yech.
Take care, se you next week sometime -- will we be graced with Mike and Mark's presence this Thanksgiving, not to mention Joan -- old friends -- ???
Labels:
Barb Lucia,
Bill Anderson,
Las Vegas,
Mardi,
Thanksgiving,
Warren
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
September 18, 1970 (Letter from Barb Lucia)
Hi there cutie -- it's your jet-set penpal writing from Boston, Mass -- Roxbury, to be exact. Good section to live in, if you like winos sleeping on mattresses in the bushes down the street and greasers standing on every corner. Oh, it's good to be bakc - the house is really nice -- we have the whole second floor w/ porch overlooking the river and Huntingdon Ave -- it was shit for the first week -- raining, no heat, no refrigerator, no phone, etc. etc. Everything has since shaped up -- we have a phone, etc., still no beds -- it's been sleeping bag for me and will probably stay that way till I get some money. Have been happily job-hunting for 3 days -- everything I've found I wouldn't want on a silver platter -- I hope I find something I like before the money runs out.
Hi -- I'm back. Just talked to Mardi and Bill and they're sitting in on a Friday nite with eight cents -- so nothing is new. They got stuck paying both rents and you know how well they handle money.
Oh it's 9:00 on a Friday nite and Creedence Clearwater is at Boston Gardens tonite -- of course we couldn't get tickets. They probably won't be back here for a year or so. Shit -- oh well, "that's life", Paul.
Did you listen to the radio today? Jimi Hendrix is dead! I guess it was from an O.D. -- that's sick. The "Foxey Lady" man -- that stuff is just sick. Such cheerful news on the radio every day -- all these kids -- why would anybody shoot heroin? Why why?! Duh.
As I sign off from our "clean" little household -- hope this finds you settled and happy back in school -- 9 more months of peanut better sandwiches -- you'll make it. Write when you can. Take care.
Labels:
Barb Lucia,
Bill Anderson,
Jimi Hendrix,
Mardi,
that's life
Monday, April 2, 2012
April 19, 1970 (Letter from Barb Lucia)
It was really good to hear form you! I got your letter while I was still at Carol's in Brighton. You wouldn't believe all the shit since then -- I've changed jobs, moved around at least 942 times, was in a fire, got hit by a car -- oh life is groovy! I'm living with two really nice girls -- we're having a good time, my job is not bad at all -- I'm staff secretary to 30 guys -- most of them are really nice and the job's not too hard -- so, enough about work. Oh, so it's back to Gleasons for you -- lucky you. if you can save up and take off somewhere this summer, it'll be worth it. School seems so remote for me now -- it seems like I'm just clonking around for a few months and then I'll have to go back to school -- considering I've been in school all my life, I can't believe I don't go to school anymore. I know I will definitely go back to school soon -- if only to get back into that life -- this straight life of 9-5 is really too much -- going to bed early, dressing up every day, going to lunch at noon like 5 million other people, going home every nite to the rush hour -- geez! And people actually do this for years and years. Of course, they don't know any better-- what is better? School is shit too sometimes.
It seems I've lost touch with Mardi temporarily. She called last week and said she was moving and she'd call as soon as they got a phone. She has a "good job" (blah) and everything is ok I guess -- I don't know when we'll see each other. I know she and Bill will stay in Mpls. all summer -- come fall, we'll be in the same old rut again -- what are we going to do? I wish we could all go home for a week -- the same week -- or all get together somewhere. But then there are the responsibilities of school, jobs, rent, leases, bills, loan s-- God damn fucking world -- how can you be free in this kind of world? The older you get, the worse it gets, too. Just think, when we're as old as our parents, we'll be just like them -- we'll probably love it. SECURITY -- that dirty word.
I wish I had something exciting to tell you -- you know, my movin-and-a-groovin around the old city. I think I'm becoming a bar fly -- "juicer" -- got super bombed Monday nite of all nites, couldn't go to work Tuesday morning. I mean there was no way I could even lift my head up -- good woman. I've met a lot of people and they're all different form me of course, but you know, most of them are really nice. It amazes me how good people can be -- they can really be kind! But then they scare me too -- like Thursday, we went to the Peace Moratorium in the Common -=- it turned out to be a Black Panther takeover -- 75,000 people listening to 'You're all fuckers! You're all going to die, white pigs" -- etc. etc. We left early and went to Kenmore Square -- meanwhile, about 55,000 marched to Harvard Square and riot cops were waiting for them an done thing led to another and there was a full-scale riot -- 200 kids injured.-- the Square is completely wrecked. The people at work give me no end of grief about it -- they're all super-straight business types -- I'm the only one the entire building that even went to the Moratorium! I think it's useless to even talk to people anymore! They can just fuck off and think what they want -- there is no use arguing!! I hope the Panthers do take over and then they'll all shit in their pants, and their six-piece suits, complete with short hair and sideburns. I imagine the people in Buffalo feel the same way about the "dirty hippies" at U.B. You're time is coming, people, so get ready -- to defend your narrow little world, Here I am, sounding just like the panthers, but I really get disgusted with the whole thing...I really can't figure out what we're all going to do.
Do you believe we all missed Renee's wedding? Well, so much for Renee. I hope she all lives happily ever after. I really do -- she'll be happy I think -- screwing Morrey, having kids, etc. I have not even talked to Joan since about February. I should write her a letter, but I don't think she cares, one way or the other. She'll probably be home for another summer and then back to school to marry Freddie -- God, this is unreal. I hope Mardi doesn't marry Bill, at least not now -- that would really blow my mind. Now if Michael get married, that would really do the trick! The face of the world has changed in the last year and everything will probably change just as much in the next. Good luck to us all! Yes sir -- well, must go, Pauly -- now you take care of yourself, don't make too many trips to the music room -- I haven't smoked at all since I moved out of Carol's -- the kids here smoke quite a bit so I imagine I will -- I wish I'd get used to it so it'd do something for me! (I think I'm immune.) Keep writing and we may see each other in the next couple months. I know we'll all get together -- if we all try, it has to happen! How about some midpoint, like Armpit, New Jersey? Anywhere!!
By now -- Peace to you.
No, Boston is not treating me like a princess -- more like a piece of shit, like very city treats everybody -- you get used to it!
Labels:
Barb Lucia,
Bill Anderson,
Black Panthers,
Mardi,
Morrey,
Renee
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)






