On Anne McCaffrey and the Dragonriders of Pern series
Red Star Rising
By Alec Johnson
One of my earliest memories of family life with my mother was a time when we were gathered around the television watching The Wizard of Oz. Mom loved it as much as we did, and I’ve lost count of the number of times we watched it together. I’m reminded of this because of the Tin Man and what the Wizard told him about the heart he longed to possess: “A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.” By this measure there is no limit to my mother’s heart.
I’m so proud that my mother led her life in such a manner as to have earned the admiration of so many, and it is altogether fitting that she be remembered in written tributes, including many gathered in these pages. As her eldest son, the privilege of writing and delivering her eulogy was given to me. She deserved nothing less than my very best effort, and that is what I confidently delivered that fair day in November. Yet as important as it was for me to rise to the occasion, I’ve come to realize since that the most fitting tribute I can pay Anne McCaffrey is the manner in which I lead my life, while honoring, through use, the many gifts I received from and through her. I’ve been a progressive activist my whole adult life in large part because of her influence. And never for a moment did I fail to …