Yesterday, I took my friend Esther out to lunch to celebrate her eightieth birthday, which, in fact, was the end of November. However, between the holidays and bad weather, there really wasn’t a good time for me to take her out before Christmas, and we settled on January.
“After all,” Esther said. “I’ll still be eighty.”
Indeed she would. For recent readers who might not be familiar with Esther, here is a brief history of how we became friends. I met Esther through my mother. They both lived in Vassalboro, a small town in central Maine, about eight miles from Waterville and twenty-five miles away from where I live. As Esther put it, “Your mother was the best friend I ever had, and that kind of friendship doesn’t come along very often.” No, it doesn’t.
I often got together with my mother and Esther for lunch, tea, and other events, and over the years, she became my friend, too. When my mother died ten years ago, I continued my friendship with Esther. Not only do I enjoy Esther’s lively company, but she also provides a connection to my mother, and this means a lot to me.
As if all this weren’t enough, Esther is also a treasure trove of stories about rural life in Maine in the 1940s and 1950s, a time that seems nearly as remote and as different as the pioneer days. Esther was born in Vassalboro, and her family was very poor. But because they lived in the country, they were able to grow a lot of their own food.
“We hardly went to the grocery store,” Esther said. “Going to Waterville was a big occasion. For meat, we mostly ate deer, and when my father got one, we all gathered around the piano, sang songs, and celebrated. But I hated having to help cut up the deer. The flesh still smelled so alive, and it reminded me that the animal had been living not long ago.”
I nodded sympathetically, marveling at her country grit. I tried to picture myself butchering a deer when I was a young girl, and here my imagination failed me. I know I couldn’t have done it.
Esther said, “My father might have killed deer, but when he was haying, he always went in a big circle around nesting birds. He didn’t hunt for fun. He hunted for food.”
Again, I nodded. Hunting for food I understand but killing for fun, I do not.
“We ate some of the meat fresh,” Esther continued. “But my mother canned a lot of it for the winter.”
As Esther spoke, I thought about my own mother, of how she, too, grew up in poverty. My mother lived with her single mother and her grandmother. But they didn’t live in the country where they could grow much of their own food. Instead, they lived in a tiny apartment in Skowhegan, a small mill town up the Kennebec River from Waterville. But it seems my great-grandmother was a resourceful cook, and my mother often marveled at how even when there cupboards were bare, my great-grandmother always managed to put something together for supper.
“The good old days, ” I said to Esther.
Esther is one of those people who really does have a twinkle in her eye, and she responded, “When I wasn’t good and I wasn’t old.”
We both laughed.
Here’s a picture I took of Esther yesterday at Joseph’s Fireside Steakhouse in Waterville.
Happy birthday, Esther! May you have many more.
39 thoughts on “Celebrating Esther’s 80th Birthday”
Happy happy birthday Esther!!! 🙂
Happy, happy to her!
Your friendship with Esther is a great treasure! May it last many more healthy years.
What an very interesting person to have as a friend, lucky you!
I know! I feel very lucky indeed.
Friendship between the generations is invaluable. We are fortunate to be able to learn from the wisdom and resilience of those who have gone before. And how wonderful to have that shared connection to your mother. I could see that twinkle and smile in your photo.
Oh, yes – I see twinkle, as well. And a good dash of sass. : )
Yes to both!
Yes, indeed! Esther is a gem.
What a lively woman to be sure! Love the top she has on. I am so pleased to meet Esther – HAPPY BIRTHDAY ESTHER!!!!! …. I shouted, hope she heard me. 😉
That she is, and so much fun to be with. I’ll convey your birthday wishes, in case she didn’t hear you. 😉
Happy Birthday Esther, and may 2018 be a healthy and happy one for you so we can hear more wonderful stories when you turn 81. 🙂
Or maybe even before. I might just start recording some of those stories.
Maybe there is another book there?
I am beginning to think so.
Thank you for introducing us to your wonderful friend Laurie and please wish Esther a happiest of birthdays from Scotland too :o) xxx
Yes, from Scotland! She will be so pleased.
Happy birthday Esther – may you enjoy many, many more!
Oh, I hope she does!
Sounds like she is quite the treasure trove of stories. Have you recorded any? (Not that you need another book project! But it would make a great read!)
Yes, I need to record her stories. Wish I had done this with my mother. Because when they are gone…
It is good to hear Ester’s stories because those days seem so remote in a world that seems to change rapidly every few years. Easy for us to forget how tough life was. Happy birthday to Esther, and tell her she looks wonderful at eighty!
I will do so! It will tickle her to know her story has traveled so far.
I marvel at how resourceful my parents, grand-parents, great-grand-parents and ancestors were. I often wonder what would happen to me and my family if disaster struck and we had to find our own food and heating!
I know! We would struggle, that’s for sure.
Wonderful post, Laurie. Happy birthday to Esther!
An invaluable friendship, Laurie. Esther looks fun
She is so much fun! A pleasure to be with.
Wow–she’s looks great! And she looks like quite a character–I love that line about I wasn’t good and I wasn’t old! Are you recording her stories somehow? The memories of this generation and gender and social class should be preserved.
She does look great! And, yes, quite a character. The road to her house is never long. You are the second person who has suggested I start recording her stories, and I better consider doing so. Because you are right. Those memories should be preserved.
What a grand and rewarding friendship…for both of you! Laurie, you are a gem and it is always so apparent that you acknowledge and cherish the essence of life. The world sure needs souls like you ( and Esther)!!
Awww, thanks so much. Yes, a very rewarding friendship.
We need more inter-generational friendships… Your description of country life sounds somewhat like Andy and Simon foraging their way to Craxton. – Oscar
P.S. A suprise awaits you!
I’ve always had inter-generational friendships, and I treasure them. Yes, the scenes with Andy and Simon (in my book “Maya and the Book of Everything”) certainly were taken from rural Maine. See how realism creeps into fantasy. 😉 And many thanks for the wonderful surprise. Such a fabulous review of my book.
I enjoyed her story very much, Laurie. Happy Birthday to Esther!
Thanks, Lavinia! Esther is a gem.
Comments are closed.