Dragonholder

To Betty and Ian Ballantine, whose kindness, faith, and perseverance did more than give us the dragons of Pern — they kept them flying.

Dragonholder
was first published by Del Rey books in 1999. It was supposed to be a sort of “scrapbook” of Anne McCaffrey's life.

The biggest complaint levelled against the book was: “It reads like a scrapbook.” To which I say, “Mission Accomplished.”

In undertaking to publish
Dragonholder
in electronic format, my first decision was to stick with the material as presented. With few exceptions, there have been no changes.

Twelve years is a long time. A lot has changed since then. There are still more stories, still more
“Life and Dreams”
to be told about Anne McCaffrey — but those stories, those
“life and dreams”
shall wait for another book and another day.

For those who can't wait, here are some websites that might be of interest:

www.pernhome.com

The Worlds of Anne McCaffrey

Todd McCaffrey

Todd J. McCaffrey

October 2011

Dragonholder tells the
story of Anne McCaffrey's life up to 1988. It ends at the time when Mum's dragons had flown high enough and far enough to repay her investment in them—to provide her with a Hold of her own, which she called Dragonhold because “the dragons paid for it.”

Between 1988 and the end of her life in November 2011, Mum had many more amazing adventures:

Her books flew in the Space Shuttle to the International Space Station.

She acquired three more grandchildren.

She received the Margaret A. Edwards Award for lifetime contribution to young adult literature and the Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers of America's prestigious Grand Master award, as well as a Lifetime Achievement Award from the L. Ron Hubbard Writers of the Future.

She bought a forty-seven-acre farm and built a house of her own design on part of it, naming it Dragonhold-Underhill.

There, she had a heart attack in the year 2000 and a stroke in 2001. With those two warnings, we all knew that we were on golden time.

And
what
golden time! In the decade before she died, she produced, either solo or in collaboration, more than twenty books.

“Age is not for the timid; I wouldn't wish it on the faint of heart,” Mum was fond of saying. She passed away at about 5:00 p.m. on Monday, November 21, 2011.

Anne McCaffrey changed the lives of countless people with her stories, and her spirit lives on in every word of her writing.

Todd McCaffrey

Corona, California

May 21, 2014

C
ead mille Failte
— a thousand welcomes, as they say here in Ireland. I've had the pleasure of greeting many of my readers to my house and while I'd love to greet each and every one of you, there'd be no time for writing — and you wouldn't want that!

So, for those that can't come here, and to free myself up for the serious task of writing, we decided to build you a scrapbook of tidbits and pictures. To let you get the feel of things, as it were. It's the same scrapbook we'll be showing my grandchildren as they get older.

I've asked my number two son, Todd — the same Todd in
Decision at Doona
— to do the work for me. It's nothing he hasn't done before. In fact, if anyone were to write on Pern, it'd be him.

So settle back, put your feet up, don't mind the cat, and turn the page!

Anne McCaffrey

Dragonhold-Underhill

April 1998

I
suppose we ought to get acquainted, oughtn't we? I am Todd
Johnson McCaffrey — Anne McCaffrey's middle child. I am the person who, aged twelve,
writhed with anticipated teenaged taunts when his mother suggested dedicating
Decision
at Doona
“to my darling son, Todd.” (We settled on “To Todd Johnson — of
course!”)

All Anne's kids are
“A”
children — but while Alec and Gigi were born in August, I joined her in April. I arranged this by the rather unique expedient of being born more than a month late. For some reason, we kids were all inclined to the late 20's — Alec was born on the 29th and Gigi and I were both born on the 27th of our respective months. Sadly, this means that I missed my mother's famous April Fool's birth date.

Growing up, I was the first of Anne's children to read science fiction. Because of this, I went with her to many meetings with her fellow writers, her editors, publishers, and agent, and also to several of the local science fiction conventions.

I remember being refused entrance to our front room in Sea Cliff, Long Island because Anne was brainstorming — and what did I think about dragons? Why dragons, I asked. Because they've had bad press all these years, was the answer. I went away very confused.

In Sea Cliff most of Anne's work was done in a back room, not the front room. She had a narrow room at the back on the first floor which was filled with books, filing cabinets, a table, a bed, and a typewriter — first a Hermes, then later an IBM Selectric.

The house at 369 Carpenter Avenue, Sea Cliff, Long Island, was an old three-story Victorian. Old is a relative term — this house was about eighty years old when we moved in back in 1965. We occupied this house of eighteen rooms and ten bathrooms with another DuPont family — my father worked for DuPont — which had also relocated from Wilmington, Delaware. It wasn't a commune, merely a practical way that two families could afford to live in that very expensive part of New York.

We split the house, with a front room for each family, and shared access to the great dining room on special occasions like Christmas. It was a good, if sometimes difficult, arrangement. The Isbells had the front entrance, the first floor kitchen, and most of the second floor while we had the side entrance, the whole of the third floor, some of the second and Anne's room in the back of the first floor.

There Anne wrote all the stories which would be collected as
Dragonflight
, and wrote her first attempt at a sequel to
Dragonflight
which her agent told her to burn — and she did. It was from Sea Cliff that she first ventured to Ireland — accompanying her favorite aunt, Gladdie.