art by Cher Jiang

Yale Station: Letters of Love
April 9, 1947 Hello my dearest -- No, nothing was wrong with me Sunday night except that I did feel a little physically upset. In fact, there was a special “glowy” feeling that lasted well into the next day. Never fear -- when some- thing is wrong you’ll know it. My vacation is set for June 9 to 23 -- definitely and finally -- Last night before going to sleep I sat up in bed reading the “Red Pony”. Couldn’t resist your recommendation of “The Leader of the People” -- so that was what I read. Most satisfying. Everybody behaving in such a human manner. Couldn’t even dislike the father for putting a squelch on Grandpa for how would he guess the real significance behind his repetition? Loved the way of describing many little things of nature, almost as seen through the eyes of a little boy. Yes, beautiful and I can see why it is a strong favorite of yours. You have a wonderful feeling for childhood -- almost a reverence. Even if you weren’t my beloved I would love you for seeing the wonder and enchantment which surrounds many things considered “ordinary” by most people. And while I’m on the subject I’ll venture a few comments about another little boy whom I have come to love after only a very few pages. One who knew many pains and deprivation, much ugliness and violence . And I know a little girl who, though very far away and in a very different atmosphere was going through much the same thing. Just thought you might like to know how much I appreciate every story -- how I look forward to each addition. I almost count the things I can give to make up for so much that was not given. Really meant to make this short but always you. You were so far away. I was so lonely talking to you. I came back from lunch and went into Editorial -- asked to read the finished story. The void became greater -- I looked up after reading it. The reporter, he is nice -- under standing. -- asked “ Something wrong?” I began an answer -- he finished it for me -- “Flippant, isn’t it? Light?” I said -- “Yes, exactly” Briefly, kindly, he summed it up. “That’s how we have to do things. The only way they have any appeal.” Well, actually there is nothing wrong with the story as far as facts are concerned. I’ve long since dismissed the whole thing as unimportant in the face of the truly great thing we possess. But something else happened that really has burnt me. I was packed in the subway tonight -- almost oblivious to any thing but the very beautiful tale of “The Fourth Wire Man” . I finished it just before reaching my station and for a few moments I was wrapped in thoughts of the tenderness and purity of the story. When my station came there wasn’t an inch to move in. I had to battle my way out of the veritable sardine can -- and somewhere in that shuffle I lost your Wire Gram. When I got out of the train and realized it -- I tried to get back again but the gates had closed. I’ll call the Subway “Lost and Found” -- if it has not been returned I will somehow get you another copy. I promise. I am truly not a care- less person with the belongings of others, believe me. I feel so very badly about losing it. So tonight your “small one” feels more small, yet tenacious and more in love, Your Emily Though more tenacious Loving you, your Emily

letters through April 17, 1947

  1. from another correspondent, January 6, 1947 (typed)
  2. from George to Emily, February 19, 1947 (handwritten)
  3. from George to Emily, February 21, 1947 (typed)
  4. from George to Emily, February 22, 1947 (typed)
  5. from George to Emily, February 23, 1947 (typed)
  6. from George to Emily, March 14, 1947 (typed)
  7. from Emily to George, March 23, 1947 (typed)
  8. from Emily to George, March 24, 1947 (typed)
  9. from Emily to George, March 29, 1947 (typed)
  10. from George to Emily, April 5, 1947 (typed)
  11. from George to Emily, April 6, 1947 (typed)
  12. from George to Emily, April 7, 1947 (typed)
  13. from George to Emily, April 7, 1947 (typed)
  14. from George to Emily, April 7, 1947 (handwritten)
  15. from Emily to George, April 9, 1947 (handwritten) (current letter)
  16. from George to Emily, April 10, 1947 (typed)
  17. from Emily to George, April 15, 1947 (handwritten)

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Minnie Renzer Bostick (1881-1955), father of Glyn Bostick, Fort Worth, Texas, 1911.
Minnie Renzer Bostick and wife Lily, on the road near Childress, Texas, 1938.
Emily Greatrex in New York City, 1939.
Emily Greatrex (left) with her friend Millie Gonzales-Coto, 1939.
Glyn Bostick, San Francisco, March 21, 1942.
Emily Greatrex (upper left) helps decorate The New York Daily News office Christmas tree, 1942.
Emily Greatrex, age 23, July, 1944.
Emily Greatrex, November 13, 1944.
Clipping from The New York Daily News, January 6, 1947.
Emily Bostick with first child Chris, Long Island, New York, March 13, 1952.
Glyn Bostick arm wrestling with Diane and Chris, Syracuse, New York, March 25, 1959.
Glyn Bostick, posed portrait, Syracuse, New York, January 23, 1983.
Glyn Bostick U.S. passport photograph, June 14, 1990.
Glyn and Emily Bostick, Syracuse, New York, March, 1997.

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