Saturday, January 10, 2009
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Roach tries her best to stay cheerfully on-message: Jail has been nothing but a positive learning experience for Martha, whose irrepresible cheeriness conquers all. And we at Martha Stewart Omnimedia just can’t wait to have her back!
This year, we usher in spring with an extra measure of gratitude, because the month of March not only marks the vernal equinox on the twentieth and start of our Northeast growing season, but also Martha’s homecoming…And yet reading between the lines, we start to get the impression that 'Camp Cupcake' hasn’t been quite the home-away-from-Turkey Hill we’ve been led to believe:
...When Martha announced last fall her decision to serve her sentence, she said she would be back in time to plant her garden. As promised, she will…
…The thing about Martha—she is always Martha and never idle or distracted or down. She remains ever the can-do optimist, starting letters from prison with sentences like “Today was a pleasant day,” and after a passage looking ahead to 2005, ending with “Let the fun begin!”
Martha also continues to be the most resourceful person I know. “See what one can do with nothing?”she wrote not long ago in an upbeat letter full of anecdotes about her many adventures in creative reuse at Alderson. And later in the same letter: “I hope you enjoyed just a glimpse of some nice things. There are many others to recount.”Hmm...foraging for wild greens? Hunting for calories by microwaving Fritos topped by French’s Mustard and a few packets of Sweet N’ Low? A pathetic prison funeral decorated with withered vines and rotting squash? (And who died?) This sounds more like a harrowing attempt to survive a Russian gulag than an “adventure in creative reuse.”
The tales were always surprising: foraging for wild greens, such as dandelion, on the prison property to augment the limited fresh vegetable offerings in the diet there; decorating the chapel for a memorial service with whatever remnants of the growing season nature had left behind by late fall; cooking up impromptu recipes in the microwave with whatever very basic ingredients the commissary had for sale.
Roach goes on to tell us about Martha’s many ways to keep busy—teaching a yoga class to inmates, crocheting toy oposums for her dogs (really!), and casting a nativity set for her mother using old ceramics molds. But the ending of the letter is where things get plain weird:
Martha and I have been many places together: state fairs around the nation, 4-H Club bull judgings, pie-eating contests, and out-of-the-way eateries on the back roads of America. And at each one, she has been curious, irrepressible, hungering to try, to taste, to learn. Admittedly, we have never been anyplace as unexpected as the visiting room at Alderson, where she was very much herself, even after a long day of sitting, punctuated with conversation, card games, and Scrabble. And then, suddenly the sitting became too much.Wow—does anyone else get a Robert De Niro in “Cape Fear” vibe here? Martha pulling herself into a perfect headstand with “Love” and “Hate” tattooed on the knuckles of each hand? No wonder none of the other inmates said anything: ‘Yeah, there goes Wall Dog again. Don’t stare at her—she’s crazy!’
“Wall dog,” she said out of nowhere as she got up from her chair, motioning to me to follow her. “Wall dog!”
And so we went to lean against the visiting-room wall for a modified version of the yoga pose called “downward-facing dog,” a great back and shoulder stretch, from which she seamlessly moved into a headstand.
Nobody in the visitor center seemed surprised. They, too, have gotten to know our Martha, always formidable, always moving forward.
I wonder if Roach and the other staffers at MSO are really looking forward to their first editorial meeting with 'Wall Dog' back at the helm. Be brave, Margaret, be brave!