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Sheila Nevins | 07/10/2008 10:15 am

Letter to a Dead Great-Aunt: A Personal Memoir

Sheila Nevins


Did you ever want to write a letter to someone dead?
What would you say?
This is what I wrote to my Great-Aunt Celia. 

Click here to see documents from Sheila’s Great-Aunt’s past.

 

 

Sheila Nevins
New York City
United States of America

July 2008

Great-Aunt Celia
Mount Zion Cemetery: Section 43
Queens, New York
United States of America

Dear Great-Aunt Celia,

It is nearly 100 years since your tragic death in the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire on March 25, 1911, but it is just today that I discovered you really existed and that your death in the fire was real. It hit me hard and I cried for you; and yet I never met you. I had heard that Grandma Fanny’s youngest sister had died at the Triangle Fire, yet it always seemed like family folklore — and, anyway, my father was born some three years later. Occasionally your death would come up in family conversations, but I am sorry to say only briefly, and Grandma Fanny’s eyes would tear up and then we would go on to fresh borscht or stuffed cabbage and some relative from the other side would try to coax me to try some sweet-and-sour Russian food that I had no interest in. So here I am working on a documentary, called "Schmatta," on a Friday in the year 2008. The film is about the fall of the garment center as a microcosmic look at the fall of Industrial America. The producer mentioned immigrant labor and the fire. I say, "I think I had a great-aunt who died in it." 

"Really," he said.

"Yes," I said.

"Well, there is a list of all who died," he said.

"Oh," I say, "but I don’t know my grandmother’s maiden name. She was born in Russia and she married my grandfather there. I’ll ask my Uncle Seymour," I say. "My father is dead. Uncle Seymour is my grandmother’s only living child."

"Uncle Seymour," I ask later that night. "Did you know Grandma Fanny’s maiden name?"

"Gittlin," he says without hesitation.

"G-I-T-L-I-N," I spell.

"No, two Ts."

"And what was her dead sister’s name, the one who died in the fire?"

"I don’t know," Uncle Seymour says. "But my name was supposed to be like hers."

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Lady Gator
PS Pardon the typos — am running out the door!!!
By Lady Gator on 07/10/2008 3:35 pm
No Way-No How -No McCain
I thought Elvis was so genuine, a very decent man and he and Priscilla were really in love—despite everything around them. Really nice story about the car and the sorority too. Imagine he was really cool to get to know a little. He remains the biggest money making deceased celebrity. Loved this with Elvis and Ann Margaret: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cB8A1oyUypg&feature=related
By No Way-No How -No McCain on 07/10/2008 5:25 pm
Elizabeth Bennett
I first learned about the Triangle fire in the seventies while reading an issue of Corporate Crime comic books, an excellent fairly serious series of comics for adults. This surprised me as I had great aunts working in the garment business in NYC and I would have imagined I would have learned of it from them. I think they didn’t want to talk about it. Anyway I read up on it further, and found even more appalling information, varying stories on why the doors were kept locked, and the even more stunning fact that the owners only paid $75 per life lost in the settlement. http://www.ilr.cornell.edu/trianglefire/narrative1.html I am so sorry you lost your great-aunt when she was so young. It denied you the chance to get to know her, as I got to know my great aunt, who ended up making dresses at Bergdorf Goodman.
By Elizabeth Bennett on 07/10/2008 4:29 pm
Linda Clark
Sheila, I’m deeply moved by your letter. I don’t possess the grace for writing like you, Deni G and countless others. Thus my mental conversations and thoughts randomly flutter about and then flow through my heart, leaving me with a gentle and fulfilling smile.
By Linda Clark on 07/10/2008 5:33 pm
Gianna Bracco
Linda, I have to disagree. That one paragraph is a graceful and descriptive piece of writing, and you have written many others as well.
By Gianna Bracco on 07/10/2008 7:41 pm
Linda Clark
Gianna……… you’re so very kind and I am humbled.
By Linda Clark on 07/11/2008 9:56 pm
barbara young
To my daughter America: I hope you have understood just how much I have treasured you while protecting you. It was a shock when I found out that you were born with a half-formed heart. In the trueth you had half a heart. Your bravery through procedures and surgeries was remarkable. You even survived a stroke at age 4! I’m sorry, we did all we could, my sweet America. You even had a doner heart at 13 that lasted until we took you off life support at nearly age 16. I will always treasure all our precious memories. Love mom.
By barbara young on 07/10/2008 6:39 pm
No Way-No How -No McCain
Barbara, This is so sad…and how completely beautiful to have named your daughter America…she had to have been beautiful with that name. She sounds so brave, as you are too . Your post is so inspiring. It is so hard to lose anyone and especially a child. Am so sorry…but so glad you have precious memories to treasure. I do so believe in another place…where we all meet again.
By No Way-No How -No McCain on 07/10/2008 11:24 pm
Dona Howlett
October 10, 2001 To my beloved Husband What can I say to convey my deepest sense of loss of my best friend, my love, and my life? To describe the emptiness I feel is impossible My thirty five years with you were the most fulfilling We shared our love We shared our love of Stanford Basketball together All our trips and vacations We so loved our trips to the Trinity Our moments together will sustain me forever As our granddaughter Stacy used to tease you by saying “Grandpa, you are the clown who doesn’t laugh” Your sense of humor was very subtle Things I found hilarious were a mystery to you You’d say “What’s so funny about that?” Yet, you could come up with the cleverest lines that sent me reeling I feel a cold chill with the warmth of your presence missing. To have a love this great is a true miracle from God Why you had to leave me will always remain a mystery The last several years I have been teaching you how to cook your favorite meals. Knowing I would be the first to leave I wanted you to have the comfort of your favorite recipes. I could not even conceive of you leaving me first Your leaving has caused a feeling I’ve never had as a grown woman When I first felt it, I couldn’t identify After doing my normal analyzing, as I tried in vain to sleep I discovered I was feeling scared…… You always told me “You are the strength of this family Dona” I always replied I couldn’t do it without your support. We were quite a pair I know you are with our precious grandson Justin, your mother, my father and brother and so many others we’ve lost this past two years. The admiration from our family and friends is overwhelming. To know our family and friends are willing during this time of fear in our Country to get on Airplanes and fly in from all over the Country is so comforting to me. …..There has to be a bigger word than that but because I’ve had only 10 hours sleep in the last 72 hours makes my head a little rummy and unable to think clearly. I just got a call that you have been brought back home from Bishop, it makes me breathe easier. Until I can see you and touch you, I can’t fathom the truth of your death. God how I hate that word today….. I don’t fear death myself. Being the one left behind is worse. We had always believed that I would be the first to go. We joked about what an advantage it would be for me……I used to tell you, “I don’t mind dying” I’ll be in a better place and you’ll be here to clean up all the mess” Life is not FAIR…..If ever I did anything bad to you , You’ve sure gotten even! I know in time that I will want to write many things about our wonderful years together. However for now I will stop by saying….My love for you is endless I can’t bear to think I might have to miss you for so many years before I join you on the Other Side……You and Justin are probably having a blast. He can show you all around and take you swimming with the Whales. I know you said that was the first thing you wanted to do when you got there. Swim good…..fly and come into my heart anytime you want. I thank you for the messages I’ve already received. I couldn’t truly believe you were gone until I heard you say…. “I’m Ok honey, I’m here”
By Dona Howlett on 07/10/2008 7:59 pm
No Way-No How -No McCain
Dona, This is so moving, and like you I so believe in the messages, so loved “I’m Ok honey, I’m here.” Lucky you had 35 years! You did make me laugh about Stanford Basketball. I got to meet Mike Montgomery—great guy. Wonder where he went? This was really sweet…your husband sounds like a dear and I bet he and Justin are having a blast.
By No Way-No How -No McCain on 07/10/2008 11:37 pm
Frannie Em
Dona Thank you, just - thank you.
By Frannie Em on 07/11/2008 12:04 am
Jeannot Kensinger
Thank you Donna for this great letter. .
By Jeannot Kensinger on 07/14/2008 7:59 pm
Dona Howlett
Sheila, I cried as I read your story…….Thank you for sharing with us.
By Dona Howlett on 07/10/2008 8:17 pm
Maurine H
Dear Sheila - Writing about your great aunt Celia serves to validate her life. Now you have a “relationship’ with her, and because you shared her with us, Celia has become part of our collective consciousness, too. Lest this sound a bit too airy-fairy, let me share a little story of my own. A few years ago, I began altering old, cast-off books by painting them, adding ephemera and cutting “windows” in the pages. I particularly like to include vintage photos and letters that I purchase at estate sales and on-line; when I’m lucky I’m given a few things by friends. On-line I found and bought a photo album belonging to a young woman named Arletta (“Lettie”), from New York, who had been in high school in the late 1920s. When the album arrived, it was full of photos of her friends, her family, high school events and was a vignette of an important period of her life. Several months after receiving the album, the couple who had sold it to me wrote and said they’d found a box with Lettie’s letters and other writings. They wondered if I might be interested in it. Of course I bought it, thinking I could add to my ephemera collection and use it in several projects. The box, when it came, held the written account of Lettie’s life during the same period as her photo album…dance programs, notes from a special boyfriend, her own writings, cards…a virtual chronicle of that point in her life. I simply couldn’t separate any of Lettie’s things, and I still have them, together. After doing a bit of research, I found that Lettie had died in the late 50s, still retained her maiden name, and had no heirs. I tried, but was unsuccessful in locating a relative who might want Lettie’s memorabilia. So Lettie remains with me and I’ve come to believe that I’m the guardian of her memories. Somehow, I’m responsible for keeping her high school years alive, if only here, in my home. So far, it’s been a sweet responsibility. Once in awhile, I take a look at the contents of the box or leaf through the album and wonder what she was like, this “almost forgotten” woman named Lettie.
By Maurine H on 07/10/2008 9:51 pm
Blue Circle Girl
Can we see some of your art or some of your works? (not sure how to ask that) Deni, how can we see this? And this story is very special.
By Blue Circle Girl on 07/10/2008 11:15 pm