Bishop’s next 1963 letter to her aunt is
dated 16 May. By this time, Joanne Ross Eartly’s wedding had happened and Bishop
began with the hope that Grace “had a gay time” and “that you’ll write me all about
it.” It appears that Elizabeth Ross Naudin and her family did not actually make
it back in time for the ceremony, which led Bishop to wonder if Grace would “still
be there” when her niece arrived. Bishop was still not sure how Grace got to
Montreal from Florida: “Fly? Not more bus trips?” Grace’s toing and froing was
so regular it caused Bishop to ask: “How are you? Where are you –and are you
going to stay put for a while now, I wonder?” Her title for Grace: “The Flying
Grandma.”
Bishop reported that “E sailed on the 11th.”
She had seen her cousin “about a week before they left but not again because I
had that horrid ‘flu’ or whatever it is that everyone has here.” Whatever it
was, “a bad cold – I’m not sure” (not covid-19!!), she stayed away, of course,
so as not “to give it to the babies.” After weeks, if not months, of agonizing
over a wedding present, Bishop finally settled on “a luncheon set … mats &
napkins,” which would have been light and easy to pack. As promised, too, she
also sent small gifts for Grace and Mary, “two boxes of soap,” which she left “at
the hotel” before the Naudins departed. She admitted that they were “not a very
thrilling present,” and moaned once again that it was “so hard to find things
here.” For Bishop, the best part of the gift was not the “nice soap,” a kind “I
like myself”; but rather the “wooden box, old-fashioned, with hinges,” in which
she place the “three cakes each.” Bishop loved these little boxes, useful “for
odds & ends, sewing things etc.”
Then Bishop reported that she had spoken “to
E on the telephone to day goodbye” and was told by her cousin that “she’d
unwrapped everything and mixed them up with her clothes, because of customs.”
Bishop was flabbergasted, concluding “the poor girl is absolutely nuts.”
She explained to Grace that one was “allowed to bring in $100 worth of
shopping, each, to begin with.” She noted she had “never had a bit of trouble
with customs coming from here – taken all kinds of groceries, antiques,
jewelry.” I was puzzled by these observations, and perhaps Grace was, too, because
one of Bishop’s complaints about Brazil was its slow customs process. In any case,
she averred, “Lota even took all her own flatware – silver – once!” To where,
she does not say. Bishop wondered if “E thinks Canadian customs are tougher, I
don’t know.”
The end result of this dismantling was,
Bishop assumed, that Grace and Mary “won’t get the little boxes … the only nice
thing about my gift,” a feature for which she “even paid extra.” Bishop was
exasperated, declaring to Grace that she was “somewhat fed up with my cousin,
as you can see,” a feeling she quickly added was “no doubt mutual.” Bishop felt
that Elizabeth Naudin “is just too aggressive, really.” One can hear the sigh
as Bishop typed: “Well – I certainly tried – all along, I mean since she
came to Brazil.” These last few words were scribbled in the right-hand margin
in her tight, indecipherable scrawl.
She was not entirely without sympathy and
compassion, though. She reported to Grace that “they had had a bad night before
they left because Patricia had another attack of asthma.” Bishop understood al
about this condition and one can hear the empathy in her “poor baby,” who she
described, curiously, as “like a little mountain.” Bishop hoped that once they got
back to Montreal that “maybe Mary will be able to do something about her
[Patricia],” and if nurse Grace was still there, she would undoubtedly be a
help, too.
As if to shake off this generally frustrating, unsatisfying family subject and experience, Bishop suddenly declared: “Well – Cooper made it – I just heard on the radio – hurray.” Bishop was talking about Gordon Cooper. As Wikipedia reports: “In 1963 Cooper piloted the longest and last Mercury spaceflight, Mercury-Atlas 9. During that 34-hour mission he became the first American to spend an entire day in space, the first to sleep in space, and the last American launched on an entirely solo orbital mission. Despite a series of severe
equipment failures, he managed to successfully complete the mission under manual control, guiding his spacecraft, which he named Faith 7, to a splashdown just 4 miles (6.4 km) ahead of the recovery ship.”
The rest of this rather short letter, which will comprise the next post, addresses a number of family matters and a couple more news-worthy subjects.Click here to see Post 141.