This is a memorial blog for Liz Thayer (b. Nov 22, 1935 - d. Oct 13, 2018). We (Nick & Tim) would love to hear the remembrances of her friends and family. Send stories and/or photos to Tim at tt@eyebuzz.com
Dying in California for Liz I knock, peer through the bent Venetian blinds, hear your melodic call and step in to visit, settling on the low yellow chair. You wear your cotton flowered nightgown naked underneath. You get up to go to the john; you are so thin now and weak. We can’t go out for a martini because the doctors won’t let you. When we have a martini again it will be because it is too late to matter. You take out your teeth as if to tell me death is amongst us, we need not pretend. The new doctor said it might not be cancer. We know it is, but his kindness that offers another week of denial is kindness beyond value. You say how lucky to be an existentialist to have thought about death before - if only for 5 minutes. You talk of the love lives of your sons. Their crying time is over , you say. We don’t say their crying time to come will be different. It’s a comfort you say to be with someone who knows why I love New York. Rocking along on the sub...
Happy Birthday to our Mom! A few photos and a couple poems to celebrate this wonderful and wise woman. Let's raise our Martini glasses! 🍸 Hope you all are well. Happy Thanksgiving! Much love, Tim and Nick ♥️ Liz's 60th birthday part at Barbara Schatan's. Liz, "Well, these two boys......" At the Washington Street house in Santa Cruz. 1974? Tim, what do you think? Such dear friends! Boundless love to our Godmother Barbara. 'Reconstruction' - undated, 1980 perhaps? 'Baseball' - 1999. Written in Brooklyn.
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