I took Peggy’s copy of "Eats, Shoots & Leaves" from her assisted living apartment after she passed away. Peggy loved language, puns, silly songs (silly anything, really), and grammatical abominations; I figured she’d been reading it somewhat recently and I hadn’t read it yet so this was going to be a chance to connect with her. Yesterday, I came upon a passage that made me laugh out loud. Lynne Truss, the author, cites an unconfirmed case of a writer who reportedly said on his deathbed, “I should have used fewer semi-colons.” Peggy would have loved that one; I can picture the eye-roll and “Oh, Jeez!” with a laugh.
Peggy and I have a long history of laughing about grammatical regrets; when I was 6 or 7 I sent her a letter addressed to “Anut Peggy” and she has signed every card, letter, and email she wrote to me that way ever since! Another example: during one of the many glorious summers my sister, Kelly, and I spent with Peggy and my grandma, Peggy was teaching us names of flowers we liked. Top of the list was “Forget-Me-Nots,” which I remembered as “Don’t forget me’s.” And they have been pointed out and called that for 40 years.
At first I was embarrassed of my mistakes and didn’t want to be reminded of them, but eventually — like in the past 10 years — I’ve realized she was teaching me to laugh at myself and not take it all so seriously. She was right about that.
What else? Peggy liked to recount how she taught us to skinny dip at a public campground! That lesson didn’t stick.
I remember how much I looked forward to sleepovers at her house. She used exotic ingredients in salads, like sunflower seeds. And then we’d go upstairs to watch Monty Python, which I did not understand on any level. But I really liked the smell of the ‘cigarettes’ she rolled with a strange machine I had never seen before.
This is getting too long, so I’ll share one last nourishing memory. Peggy introduced me to Fettuccine Alfredo with bacon and mushrooms; it was love at first bite and my requested birthday dinner, along with steak (!), for the next 4-5 summers in California. During those celebrations, which were held in Peggy’s backyard, I met so many of Peggy’s lovely, kind, cool, friends.
Flash forward 40 years, this past Christmas Peggy came for dinner at my house. My sister, Kelly was there and did the most of the cooking for about 8 of us. One of the things we made was Fettuccine Alfredo with bacon and mushrooms, and steak. It still rocks.
Thank you for all you have done for me, Anut Peggy. I love you and miss you.