Remembering Lea Wait

Kate Flora, Barbara Ross and Lea Wait were all smiles

It has been a few summers now since we lost our friend and sister blogger, Lea Wait. Lea was a close friend to many of us. A sounding-board. A role model. An inspiration. The kind of person you will find yourself thinking, “Lea will know. I’ll ask her.” She had five year plans. A vast mailing list of readers who got post cards with each new book. Amazing discipline so she could meet the deadlines she’d created for herself by writing multiple series plus some self-published books.

She was the kind of generous and supportive writer we all strive to be. Years back, when I was nominated for the Maine Literary Award for Crime Fiction, she and Bob came with me to the ceremony when my husband couldn’t. She is gone but not forgotten as we reemerge from covid hibernation and tentatively start doing the book events we used to do in summer. It still feels like there is a hole in our lives. So today, we’re reposting a post that her friend Barbara Ross wrote before Lea died. It’s a good model to follow, telling someone how much they mattered before they died.

Thanks, Barbara Ross, for letting us repost this.

Kate Flora

Barb Ross, listening to the gulls outside her window and feeling wistful

In normal circumstances, eulogies come after a person is gone, which has always seemed like a terrible waste to me. And because my friend Lea Wait has been so incredibly open and generous about this part of her life, the last part, I have decided to be open as well.

Lea Wait is my friend and I will miss her terribly.

Lea and Barb at Books in Boothbay, July 2018

Lea probably doesn’t even remember the first time we corresponded. I was the editor of the Sisters in Crime New England newsletter and I reached out to her to see if we could feature an interview with her. I don’t know exactly when this was, but it was when the newsletter was still laid out in Quark, printed at a printer, and stuffed into envelopes with labels and stamps, so you do the math.

Lea graciously replied and answered my interview questions. She was a former executive with AT&T, the single mother of four daughters, adopted when they were older from four different countries. By the time of the interview, she was a published author, living in Maine full-time with her relatively new husband. I thought, “This woman is really cool.”

Lea and Barb at the Lobster Dock in Boothbay Harbor

Over the next few years, I got to know Lea a little bit more, through Sisters in Crime New England and the New England Crime Bake, but she wasn’t much more than an acquaintance in 2010, when things changed for me. Suddenly and somewhat unexpectedly freed from my corporate job, I finally had the prospect of spending an extended period of time in Maine. My first novel was scheduled to be published that September. I had a new and different life to figure out.

Our house was in Boothbay Harbor, and Lea was in Edgecomb just up the road. I don’t know what caused me to do it, because it is completely unlike me, but I sent her an e-mail saying I was in the area and would love to get together. Lea wrote back an incredibly warm e-mail (I still have it) and invited my husband Bill and me to dinner at her house.

Lea and Barb on a Damariscotta River cruise (oyster and wine tasting–the sacrifices we made for art)

We went to that dinner and the rest, as they say, is history. We just clicked. I liked Lea’s husband Bob a lot, Bill liked Lea, and Bill and Bob got on like a house afire. Lea and Bob were fun companions, fabulous to eat and drink and converse with. We never ran out of things to talk about.

But more than that, they were just a little older than us, and several steps ahead of us. I remember saying to Bill as we drove home that first night, “A writer and an artist living in Maine. It can be done.” I meant, “We could do that, too.”

Lea and I corresponded and talked and visited pretty constantly after that. We had a lot in common, past corporate jobs, this blog, and eventually even the same agent and editor. Basically, we were two women from north Jersey who had fallen in love with Maine, albeit in different decades and in different ways.

Lea at the Lobster dock

In addition to their friendship and support and their modeling of a life I at one time could only dream about, Lea and Bob affected Bill’s life and my life in two very specific ways.

It was Lea who told me the story of how one of her daughters had her wedding reception on a private island off Boothbay Harbor where a family ran a clambake. So when my agent and I had a call to go through possible pitches to publishers, and he said the word, “clambake,” I was off and running and never looked back.

Lea’s husband, artist
Bob Thomas

When Bill started doing digital photography seriously, Bob, who was a photographer before he turned to painting, was incredibly encouraging to Bill, telling him he had an eye, critiquing his work, always generously. It was Bob who introduced Bill to the world of the visual arts. He told Bill about the place where photography competitions were posted, which is what led Bill to be a finalist in a competition and have his photograph exhibited at the Naples Art Association gallery.

Bill Carito, his photograph and his proud spouse, thanks to Bob Thomas.

Thank you, Lea and Bob. Without you our lives quite literally would not be the same.

The last time we saw Bob was in December. Bill and I had come to Boothbay for the Coastal Maine Botanical Garden’s holiday light show, Gardens Aglow. Afterward we met Lea and Bob at Ports of Italy, a favorite restaurant for all four of us. We had a delicious dinner and talked the night away. I would guess, from the timing, that it was one of Bob’s last nights out like that.

And that’s how I choose to remember them both, under a clear sky on a cold, starry night, saying goodnight in the parking lot. Saying good-bye.

 

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7 Responses to Remembering Lea Wait

  1. Janet Anderson Murch says:

    ❤️

  2. John Clark says:

    Great memories of a terrific writer and human being.

  3. kaitcarson says:

    What lovely memories. Thank you for sharing.

  4. kaitlynkathy says:

    Lea will have been gone two years as of next week and I miss her every day. Thanks for the memories, Barb.

  5. Timing is everything. I began reading Lea’s series, “Mainley Needlepoint Mysteries “ shortly before her death. I was surprised and thrilled to see one of my ancestor’s needlepoint samplers in one of her books. Susanna Morse jumped right out of the page, and I excitedly sought Lea’s email contact to share this discovery. It was then that I learned of her recent passing, this news taking my breath away. I would have loved to pick her brain, to see if I could find any of Susanna’s sampler(s) and acquire one to have for my own, to pass down. On the anniversary of her death, I send out heartfelt condolences to her daughters, and a silent thank you to Lea for sharing my ancestor’s work with her fans and me.

  6. bangorgirl says:

    Lea was a delight to meet in person as have been all the other members of your group that I’ve been blessed to meet. Miss Lea and her writing. Thanks Barb for allowing this to be posted again.

  7. Dru says:

    I miss Lea. thanks for sharing

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