She loved Jeremy. He was sweet and caring, never forgot a birthday or anniversary and never kept her waiting, even when she was late. He always called her if he was held up at work, when they needed all hands on deck. But tonight he'll die because Jeremy's a cheat. Photo: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/48/1a/fd/481afd2b99d398d31051972a442ddd95.jpg
This is where it all started and, frankly, explains the unsightly plaster stuck to the collage, I needed something to cover ‘Heather’s’ name because I’ve written it as Sylvia’s letter to her boyfriend saying all the things she wanted to say to him but couldn’t because her mother (Sylvia’s Mother) wouldn’t let him come to the phone.
When I bought a book in a charity shop I found a mysterious birthday collage inside the cover. Fijay from Blog On! and I decided we would both do our own versions of the story behind the message in the book.
I bought a book by Shel Silverstein in a charity shop. He wrote Sylvia’s Mother. It was a book of his drawings and poetry for children. I remembered buying the same book once, in New York, and bringing it home and reading it for my children. There was a birthday message, pasted as a collage, inside the book and a cryptic note to whomever it was intended. I mentioned this to fellow blogger, Fijay who has many theories about what was going on. So, I suggested she post a blog about her interpretation and I would post mine.
Now my first experience of Shel Silverstein was as a songwriter
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HERE'S ANOTHER SPIN ON THE MYSTERY OF THE MESSAGE IN A BOOK FROM A CHARITY SHOP from Kate McClelland A poignant and very relevant human twist... Hello Scott How’s it going? It was so lovely to get your letter the other day. Thanks for taking the time to write from your new life in…Read more Dear Little Brother…
IN THE CONTINUING MYSTERY OF THE BIRTHDAY CARD IN THE BOOK FROM THE CHARITY SHOP, here's a fresh look from LOST PROPERTY Below is my take on the idea offered up by Twisted Roads Of Madness and Postcard from a Pigeon. The idea of finding a collage in a second hand book. Note: That…Read more I have a Dilemma…
I took a Twisted Road of Madness to find Sylia’s Letter and this is my take on how Dermott got that book … To Sir With Love “Hi, do you have any books by,” I paused to consult my note. “Shel Silverstein?” “The guy who wrote ‘a Boy Named Sue’ and ‘Sylvia’s Mother’? Sure.” The… via…Read more To Sir With Love — Devil Doll Musings
Matthew Tonks (Twisted Roads of Madness), short story writer on a mission, puts his spin on the book from the charity shop
One of the first people I met when I started this blog, was a man by the name of Dermott Hayes. His blogPostcard From A Pigeon is a self styled magazine of ideas, discussions, stories and self discovery, basically, you don’t know from each day to the next how he will entertain you, you just know, he will. One of his latest posts called Sylvia’s Letter was a fascinating story that was taken from a card he found in a secondhand book he had purchased at a charity event. His story and that of another blogger Fijay of Blog On! opened up the idea of multiple realities, and the ideas a simple card, lost inside a book could give to someone. This, is my version of events, how the book wound up in Dermott’s hands.
He slams his fist into the door four times, four times, his mind races…
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Letter 2 from Blog On!
I recognised your handwriting when I took the delivery
I just stuffed the parcel in my workbag so no’one would see
I told you my marriage was over… that I was seperated awaiting divorce…. truth is….yes its a relationship long gone cold…partly my own doing… betraying her trust…
But we limp on… keeping up appearances for the sake of the children… I just hang on… wishing for the day she would smile again ….anything
I am wracked with guilt and shame….it tears me apart inside sometimes
Because dear Heather…. you are just one in a long line…. its what I do…. a kind of twisted self validation
I seduce to satisfy a deep yearning…. for sex?…. partly… but its much deeper than that….its a yearning to fill this empty void I have become….a validation of myself as a man
And it is satisfied………. temporarily
So I’m sorry Heather……
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Letter 1 from Blog On!
At the small bistro table by the window I sit, elbows rested, chin cupped in hands.
As I subtley shift position the half drained teacup rattles, belying the solid elegance of the bentwood furniture.
The view is obscured by the raindrops smattering the pane on this grey, blustery late summer afternoon.
I watch a droplet making its stop start vertical journey…. halted in its tracks for a moment by another… then continuing on its way
I’ve sat here a lot the last couple of days… browsing old magazines for images… patterns… snip, snip, snipping…arranging the shapes… .gently sliding them around like jigsaw pieces.
You see I know its your birthday soon and I remember last year….
I wanted to create something…. something which will stir your memory… a reminder of the times we spent together…. when just for a while time seemed to stand still
When we first…
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Fijay (Blog On!) and I decided to have a go at writing something about a birthday collage found in the inner sleeve of a book I bought in a charity show. Mine can be found here https://dermotthayes.com/2016/08/27/sylvias-letter/ while Fijay’s will follow. Anyone else who’d like to have a go, please do. The artwork prompt is at the top of Sylvia’s Letter
Still have no wifi so using phone which appears to have intermittent connection at the mo weirdly…as it should have no relation to my general wifi but there you go
Apparantly its going to be upvto 2 weeks before I’m fully up and running again
So…. the inspiration for the previous 2 posts came from fellow blogger Dermott Hayes of Postcardfromapigeon.com….. buying a book in a charity shop which he later found had a collage stuck on the inside sleeve signed by someone called Heather.( see his site for more info)
This intrigued me…. I love browsing vintage shops and flea markets…and always wonder about the old photo’s you often see in tins at these places… wondering who the people are and who would throw such photo’s out
My most treasured possession is an evening bag belonging to my great aunt containing letters between her and my grandmother when they…
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