GHOSTS, DREAMS, STORIES
She collected old books, little leather books, and children's books among other odds an ends. She was an avid reader and writer, too. She lacked confidence to develop her talent. Most of her work was damaged due to sewage contamination after a flood. The little books remained unscathed.
After Sophie read and recorded the letter, we chatted about what it might have been like to be a 22-year-old woman in 1957. You may listen to excerpts of the letter here.
My daughter my girl... I wonder, and will do so when you are my age and when your daughter is my age. I'll wonder 'what if...'
Imagine my daughter is the very age my mother was when she wrote the letter. It is clear from the conversation above, today's 22-year-old doesn't wonder. Not about the issues that concerned my mother at that age. I wonder, though, I wonder why my mother didn't tell me about the jaguar-driving divorcé. I will never really know. What is certain is IF she had opted for the man who made her heart sing, there would be no #letterproject. I also know that my husband, thus far, do not have secrets for our children to one day decipher.