Nora Metzger Jones, June 29th, 1950
I admit, this is my birthday. Number sixty in the count on the great wheel of life. It is also Nora Metzger Jones' birthday. Sixty for her too, wherever she is. I met Nora at St. Louis University in 1969. We were both in the Honors Program, along with Jack Raymond Jones.
Jack was a pretty charismatic figure in those days. Eventually there came to be a group of people around Jack. You know, it was the sixties, and there was a lot of free thinking ripping around the general atmosphere.
We ended up in a semi-formal group, that Jack liked to call his "gesalt". Not gestalt, now. He left out the T. Why? At this late date, I am not that sure. But, knowing JJ he had a perfectly good reason. Anyway, we were college kids. Vietnam War was still going. Nixon was president. It was a wild time, for sure.
There were a few women who became involved in this scene. Monica Schaeffer, we called Monica Hippie. She had been the valedictorian of her class at Rosati Kain, the catholic girls high school on Lindell in St. Louis. Her mom was a teacher with the university, and she had a bunch of siblings.
And there was Becky McGovern, a good catholic girl from Peoria, who had been going to high school in Brussels, Belgium, where her father worked for Caterpiller Tractors.
Needless to say, all of the available women paired off with someone, and sex was had. Nora hooked up with Jack himself. That turned out to be a fateful event for all concerned.
Nora's folks came to town, during year two at SLU. They had Jack's records pulled by the Jesuits. You could do that in those days. They told Nora, she would have zombie children with Jack; that they would be retarded. They said they wouldn't pay for anything and she had to leave the man.
Nora, being Nora, not only didn't leave JJ. She married him, and had his child. Now, she had had an abortion earlier in this story arc. And it was neither cheap, nor good. This was pre-Roe v. Wade. And the procedure cost $700 and was performed by a mid-wife.
Naturally, it didn't go well. So, that summer, the summer of 1970, after I had married Becky McGovern, Nora married Jack on the 4th of July. We were all quite radical, but none more so than Nora. But what people forget, is that the radical lefties of the sixties were extreme patriots. So, the 4th of July. And Nora swore that she would conceive that night. To make a child for the Revolution!
And being Nora, she did. Unfortunately for the poor little thing, Nora went into labor at just six months, and after forty hours gave birth to Emil Zapata Jones. He lived a couple of months at Children's Hospital in St. Louis. And then two more months, with Jack carrying him around.
Nora was completely flipped out by this. I don't think she ever got over it. The last time I saw her, in the early 90s, she was still with Jack. I am sure they will always be together. Maybe even in another lifetime.
I loved Nora, for good or ill. She fucked over everybody to some extent, for what seemed to her passionate and good reasons. I hope she is well today, on our birthday, here in another millenia. May she find the Lady's mercy.
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