Oh
JoanR - those windows are just fantastic! Your home must be beautiful with those windows! Whatever creative ability I have - yearns to create something like those windows...but like you, Annie, I'd make a mess working with glass, I know it. Can't imagine snipping into glass, no matter how thin the sheets. I'll join you in the quilting corner...
But I do admire the finished work, and the precision that goes into it. I'm loving the posted links too.
I felt so badly for Clara - feeling she had to move out of Brooklyn at her husband's death -
"When her husband died, a black circle around her name - Her friends had the notion that a widow must creep through life as though she no longer belonged, taking one tedious, lonely breath after another during the long wait to be reunited with her other half in the hereafter."
I take it this is Susan Vreeland's fiction? That Clara Driscoll didn't write this in her letters... It is difficult to know where the history leaves off and the fiction begins. Clara is an interesting character - I love that Susan Vreeland is telling the story through her eyes, a mix of fact and fiction.
So she moved to Manhattan for a fresh start -
44 Irving Place between Union Square and Grammercy Park, Manhattan"Sourpusses and cigar smokers need not apply." Can see why Clara Driscoll was ready to move into the place immediately, can't you?
Do you think this building is still there - is it still a rooming house? Wouldn't it be fun to look for it? I remember looking for the Helene Hanff's book store on 84 Charring Cross Rd. in London and feeling disappointed to find it was no longer there.
I've been keeping a list of the boarders, there are quite a few - it's hard to keep them straight-