Tom and I are getting ready to sell our house next spring or summer.
We’ve been in San Luis Obispo for seventeen years, longer than we lived in Trumansburg, longer than Tom ever lived anywhere and pretty close to that for me. We’re not planning to leave San Luis, just this big house, which has been feeling more and more burdensome over the last year.
Here’s a short-lived glimpse into our home: this is one of my Airbnb listings. I’m taking all three listings down after Labor Day to give us time to get the house ready to be shown and to give me time to write. (The pictures on the Airbnb site were taken a year or so ago.)
I imagine us moving to a beautiful two or three bedroom place with enough room for Tom’s piano and for my new project, the work-in-progress that my next series of blogs will follow.
I’m working on a new book, historical fiction based on my parents’ story. I call it Two Suitcases because my parents left Vienna in 1938 with two suitcases, Paris in 1940 with two suitcases, and a village in the south of France in 1942 again with only two suitcases. It’s an extraordinary escape story, a re-examination of social democracy in the Red Vienna years, and an exploration of values. How do you choose what goes into two suitcases?
Nothing I’ve done for a long time has excited me as much as doing the research for the book and beginning to write it.
The story follows a group of friends and family who work for the Social Democratic Party in Vienna during the 1930’s and remain friends for the rest of their lives.
Here they are relaxing at a cabin in the Catskills right after the Second World War.
There are four main characters.
in the late 1940’s
My Aunt Ida:
also in the 1940’s
And my Uncle Eric, of whom I only have a picture taken many years later, in the 1970’s:
a gracious man with an elegance still evident when he was 93.
As I write, I’ll share snippets of the text here and reflect on my writing process. Stay in touch!