Thursday, November 28, 2019
Thinking about Toma a great deal, she was so kind to me and made a very difficult part of my life more bearable. Her son and my son played together when we were neighbors at Hamilton College. My son, Ramsey, also died in 2015. Why was that year so awful and strange? I’m so sorry I didn’t try to get in touch with her sooner; I often thought of her. When I moved away in 1992, she gave me a couple of things that, in Russian custom, gave good luck when moving into a new home: a silver dollar (I assume a translation from Russian, i. e., a piece of money, plus a beautiful little cat figure. I still have them and the kitty has a prominent place on the hearth.
I remember her beauty, she had the air and some of the look of Lauren Bacall. And her Russian accent, a beautiful, soft, lilting way of speaking. I didn’t keep in touch because I didn’t understand why she would want to be friends with me, and now that I understand more about that, I feel terrible regret. I share much sorrow with you.