Why should I develop those horrible bourgeois traits!
Happy Thanksgiving! Today, in honor of the chaotic consumerism that is Black Friday, we have a letter from Sylvia written the week after Thanksgiving expressing some jealousy of her neighbor’s … Continue reading
The quickest way to drive a person crazy…
Today’s letter is a long one, packed with details about daily life as well as a rare mention of the news from the warfront. This one is from Sylvia, written … Continue reading
New Post, Old Topic!
Greetings, readers! Thank you for your patience while I got through my exams. I’m excited to have them behind me and to finally be able to revisit my own work … Continue reading
I love you still, dammit!
Long ago I posted a “Letter Full of Bawling Out.” You may want to revisit this letter, in which Alex takes his frustrations out on Sylvia. This letter is not … Continue reading
NYTimes on the Brooklyn Navy Yard
The Times has featured a look at the Brooklyn Navy Yard. The 13th slide is a photo of BLDG92, the interactive museum/community center where Sylvia’s letters are still on display: … Continue reading
Confronting Censorship
The final installment of my posts on the Brooklyn Navy Yard Blog has gone up! Check it out here: http://bldg92.org/blog/confronting-censorship-1/
Droopydrawers
This letter from 1943 is written by Sylvia pretending to be Adrienne. It’s quite funny and, of course, mentions farting a lot. Sylvia (or, Adrienne, in this letter) also notes … Continue reading
I’m At War Too!
In forceful and eloquent words Sylvia describes the ways that her life has been changed by war. She angrily tells Alex that she, too, is at war. She is responding … Continue reading
Farts and Giggles
I’m getting these posts started again with a lighthearted and funny letter from Sylvia in 1943. Alex, at this time, is still posted in Virginia for training. This allows for … Continue reading
Traces
I find it poetic that the quote next to Sylvia’s yearbook photo is, “She will never pass into nothingness.” Lately, as I walk around Brooklyn, I try to notice traces … Continue reading
