I have a vague memory of reading Hour of Gold, Hour of Lead; Diaries and letters of Anne Morrow Lindberg, 1928 to 1932. By any measure, Anne’s life was one filled with accomplishment and adventure. She flew! She wrote! That being said, she’s likely best known for being the wife of Charles Lindberg, the famous aviator and American hero, and the mother of little Charles Jr. who was kidnapped and murdered at age 20 mos in 1930.
As a writer, Anne Morrow Lindberg had a lyrical voice and an ability to write of sorrow without saying, “I’m sad.” But as I recall it (disclaimer: I haven’t read the book in 30 years), there was a gap in her journal entries during the days surrounding her son’s kidnapping. Perhaps she wrote pages and pages about the massive search for her stolen baby, and reams more for the subsequent manhunt for the perpetrators, and the headline-grabbing trial. Maybe she put down into words how she felt or what she did on the day they found Charles Jr.’s body.
If she did, those pages disappeared by the time her journals were publicized in the early 70s,
Though, personally, I think she didn’t write a single damn word. That some feelings stay inside you. Some thoughts are never aired. And even if you’re a writer, you find yourself lapsing into silence.
You lose your words for a bit.
I don’t believe you can compare losses; you can only understand that which you have experienced. And I hope that I will NEVER understand the loss that Anne bore. But still, like Anne, I lost my words for a few months in the winter of 2014.
After 30 years of marriage, Mr. E. and I have decided to part our ways. He’s a good guy. I’m a good lady. It just didn’t work anymore. The decision was made with great affection and deep sorrow.
And that’s all I’m going to say on that.
Merles the cat and I have moved out of the Toronto condo. We have bought a house–my feline companion and I–and it is from the dining room of it that I write this blog entry.
Pictures will follow. Once I figure out how to work this new Mac computer I bought. Going to a one-to-one class with a Mac expert is high on the list. Right below getting rid of that terrible paint I bought for the bedroom.
It was supposed to be the shade of the conch shell. It is Strawberry Cupcake pink. It must go….