I need a recommendation, please

A friend of mine is moving into a co-op in New York City and
has been asked by the co-op board to provide four letters of recommendation to
prove that she is, in fact, a good neighbor. 
She has asked me to write one of the letters because beyond the fact that
we were “neighbors” all during high school—our maiden names both starting with
“Sc-“ made it so N, my friend, stared at the back of my head for four years—she
moved into our neighborhood ten years ago and stayed here until recently
deciding that she and her husband wanted to be back in New York City.  I’m biased—she was one of my best friends
until our respective paths separated us for many years—so what can I say beyond
the fact that she doesn’t drink, smoke, do drugs, or have crazy parties?  That she’s the smartest person I know?  That she and her husband speak so softly that
I can often not hear what they’re saying? 
That her leisure pursuits consist of running, reading books that require
a forklift to get off the bookshelf, and playing with her cats?  Or that if you ever find yourself in a real
pickle—say with a diagnosis of Stage IV melanoma—she’s the only person you want
at your side besides your spouse?  All of
those things seem irrelevant to what the co-op board may want to know about my
friend, but I’ll include most of it anyway. 
I don’t know how often she takes out her recycling or if she’ll be
needing a parking space or even if she cooks curry at weird hours, but I know
she’s a good person and someone you’d want living beside you to celebrate the
good and weathering the bad.
The requested letter of recommendation got me thinking about
recommendations in general.  What do we
really want to know when we ask for recommendations?  Generally, is the person a hard worker?  A suitable neighbor?  An upstanding citizen?  But more to the point, what should we want to
know? For instance, when I was looking for a new babysitter, what I should have
asked, besides the obvious (have any children died on this person’s watch?),
was “will this person clean up after themselves after making a thick ragu of
beef, veal, and pork with onions to spare?” 
Or, will this person say to me, a new mother, that she knows more about
childrearing than I do and to learn from her? 
(Trust me, that’s something you don’t want to hear after commuting two
hours and working a ten-hour day.)  What
about the new marketing manager that you’re hiring?  Ask that person, “will you make promises to
people that you cannot keep without me pulling every string and three straight
all-nighters?” rather than “How many copies of book x did you sell during your
tenure at your former company?”
These are the intangibles, the things that I wished I had
the foresight to ask.  As a closet
perfectionist (ok, maybe not so closet), I try to anticipate every last thing
in order to be prepared, but what I have found is that I can never anticipate everything,
and even if I come close, I’m usually off by a detail or two.  So, I’m now just trying to go with the flow,
something that doesn’t come naturally to me and that feels like I’m wearing an
ill-fitting dress when I try it on for size. 
I wish my friend’s co-op board was doing the same, but for obvious
reasons, I guess we’re glad that we’re not.
What are some of the things you wished you had foreseen,
Stiletto Faithful?  What is one question
you wished you would have asked?
Maggie Barbieri

4 replies
  1. Evelyn David
    Evelyn David says:

    Not to sound maudlin, but the questions I would ask are those that can no longer be answered. I'd love to ask my mother and father about their childhoods, and on a mundane note, how I wish I had asked my mother for her beef stew recipe. Mom, the original Evelyn, didn't like to cook and meals were either very plain or bought 🙂 But she made a marvelous beef stew that I have never been able to replicate.

    Great blog!
    Marian

  2. Maria Geraci
    Maria Geraci says:

    I wish I'd ask the vet's office (actually, my former vet's office) to please call me before running expensive tests on my dog while he was being boarded. They ran an entire "digestive panel" on him because he threw up his food (something he used to do when he was nervous). Oy vey, a few hundred dollars later and I learned my lesson. I also have a new veterinarian.

  3. Laura Bradford
    Laura Bradford says:

    I'd ask my grandparents which one of them had a creative streak. Out of 11 grandchildren, 6 of us are in creative fields (art, writing, film, photography, etc) and I can't believe that's a total coincidence.

    But when they came to the US, there were only a few options. Following a creative bent wasn't one of them.

  4. Maggie
    Maggie says:

    Marian, I feel the same way about Maga's pancake recipe. She was my mother's mother and made the best pancakes you've ever tasted. Mom blames the copious amounts of sugar in the batter. 🙂

    Maria, I throw up when I'm nervous, too! Your dog and I have that in common.

    Laura, your grandparents must have been a creative bunch as many Celts were. But you're right–few options for making a living here in the US assured that most of them toiled in jobs they didn't really like. Maggie

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