Memories from Elizabeth Auld

In looking for pictures of Martin, Picasa’s “people” function showed me about 50 shots of him.  It was like watching him in person, the expressions changed from photo to photo, sometimes slightly.  It was a wonderful reminder of his many facets which I won’t try to en

umerate here.   I’m pleased with the pictures I found but disappointed also: the best picture may not even exist although it must because the image is so clear in my head.  It must have been the time I met Martin, so during Marta’s year at Vassar.  They were in the middle of the kitchen in the house in Marlboro where Judy and I grew up.  Playful young people, they were passing or holding a flower between their noses.  I’d so love to have the actual picture to share, but it was in the pre-digital age.

The picture of Martin with his parents was taken at the apartment in Brooklyn.  My memory of Martin’s dad is when the two of us went on an errand at the beginning of the wedding week-end, to pick up alcohol I think.  That was our first meeting and I am pleased to have the photo of all four of them.

The dog in the picture is Katie’s Riley.  I was surprised to find this one, but it fits in the Martin and animal category.

The picture of the two of us at Katie’s wedding–the last time I saw him, in person.

The world is a sadder place without him, and my heart particularly breaks for his mother, and Jenne, and Marta.  Too young, too soon.