Mae Pyle by Val Davis
Our nearest neighbor is the renowned sculptor Jim Sardonis (www.sardonis.com). Jim's family bought a house in Nova Scotia in the early 70s that had been previously occupied by a legendary widow named Mae Pyle. Mae lived in her house on the bluffs of Nova Scotia by herself until she was in her 80s. She had no electric and heated with wood. She lived alone with her cats. Anytime a neighbor would try to warm up to her she would have nothing to do with it. The song is written from the perspective of Joe Carter who played in Mae's apple orchard as a child. Later as a young man, Joe would drive her to town for groceries. She was always cold and unappreciative. When Mae finally died the neighbors tore her walls apart looking for "hidden treasure". No one knows if anything was ever found.
Jim asked us to write a song about Mae and Joe. He generously offered "sculpted" wedding rings for my wife and I in return. Now Jim is no ordinary sculptor. His work is remarkable. This year Jim was included in college text books just a few pages down from Michael Angelo. The idea of having rings made by Jim was thrilling for my wife and I. Mae must have wanted us to have the rings because my wife produced the lyrics for the song in a matter of minutes and the music seemed to be already written in my mind. Thanks Mae, and thanks Jim for these lovely wedding rings!