Letter from Janie

I visited your mother at Dragonhold in the summer of 2001. With fondness, I remember sitting at the Kitchen Table, with many of her wonderful cats. She also toured us through the stables and wonderful pastures that you have for the horses. I learned that “Irish horses jump”, and what DIY meant….”Do it yourself”. We share a love of horses. The young sprite that accompanied her (I have forgotten both her mother’s name-the model for Menolly -and hers) brought such laughter to my heart I nearly cried. This young sprite’s synopsis of the dogs actvities was priceless. And, she was stiking the soccer ball as if there was no tomorrow (we visited during the World Cup – even the sheep wore the colors of Ireland – it was wonderful being in a country so involved).

We had a delightful dinner with your mom along with my significant other and daughter. I was the one that asked her autograph your book on the family “The Life and Dreams (So Far) of Anne McCaffrey”. She was pleased that your book was being well received.

Now, to the point of this email…I visited the site after a long absence and realized that there was no way to communicate directly with your mother as there had been in the past. I understand. After 9/11 many things have changed, and your mother is growing older. I respect the need to protect her. Gosh, if it were me…I would want my 3 children to do the same.

At any rate, I am inquiring about the health of your mom and hope that this finds her well. I congratulate her on her recent awards as she deserves every single one, if not more. I only wish the movie industry would pick up on her novels.

When we visited with your mom, we had just returned from visiting St Andrews. We mentioned that my daughter was looking at the school to attend it. Your mom told her that she could spend Thanksgiving at the Kitchen Table if she ended up going there. Well, my daughter did end up going there (this is the end of her first year), but likes the traditions that the “old country” has to offer more than celebrating Thanksgiving. So my apologies for her not making it to the Kitchen Table.

I think your mom played a role in her decision to attend St Andrews. She informed my daughter when we were visiting, that “…it is a hard school to get into.” Well, she made it, loves it, and I wanted your mother to know. I honestly think she had a hand in it!

Please convey our best wishes to your mother. I admire her and enjoy reading and rereading her books. If she would like to contact me, that is fine. In the meantime, I wish you and your family love, happiness, and joy.