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02. Eleanor Roosevelt, First Lady of the World Queerstory
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- History
In deze aflevering van Queerstory, heb ik het over Eleanor Roosevelt en haar relatie met journaliste Lorena Hickok. Ik praat hierover met Koen Uffing, historicus en schrijver van de blog Pinkerness.
Gebruikte brieven in de aflevering:
"Hick darling,
All day I've thought of you & another birthday I will be with you, & yet tonite you sounded so far away & formal. Oh! I want to put my arms around you. I ache to hold you close. Your ring is a great comfort to me. I look at it and think she does love me, or I wouldn't be wearing it."
“Tonight it’s one day nearer you. Only eight more days. Twenty-four hours from now it will be just seven more.” Good night, dear one. I want to put my arms around you and kiss you at the corner of your mouth. And in a week, I shall!”
"I never meant to hurt you in any way, but that is no excuse having done it . . . I am pulling back from all my contacts now . . . Such cruelty & stupidity is unpardonable when you reach my age."
“Hick, my dearest, I cannot go to bed tonight without a word to you. I felt a little as though a part of me was leaving tonight. You have grown so much to be a part of my life that it is empty without you. How good it was to hear your voice. It was so inadequate to try and tell you what it meant. Funny was that I couldn’t say je t'aime and je t'adore as I longed to do, but always remember that I am saying it, that I go to sleep thinking of you. I’ve been trying to bring back your face to remember just how you look. Funny how even the dearest face will fade away in time. Most clearly, I remember your eyes with a kind of teasing smile in them and the feeling of that soft spot just northeast of the corner of your mouth against my lips.”
“Hick, darling,
Remember one thing always. No one is just what you are to me. I'd rather be with you this minute than anyone else and yet I love many other people and some often can do things for me probably better than you could, but I never enjoyed being with anyone the way I enjoy being with you. I couldn't bear to think of you crying yourself to sleep. Oh, how I wanted to put my arms around you in reality instead of in spirit. I went and kissed your photograph instead. Oh, dear one. It is all the little things, tones in your voice, the feel of your hair, gestures, these are the things I think about and long for.”
In deze aflevering van Queerstory, heb ik het over Eleanor Roosevelt en haar relatie met journaliste Lorena Hickok. Ik praat hierover met Koen Uffing, historicus en schrijver van de blog Pinkerness.
Gebruikte brieven in de aflevering:
"Hick darling,
All day I've thought of you & another birthday I will be with you, & yet tonite you sounded so far away & formal. Oh! I want to put my arms around you. I ache to hold you close. Your ring is a great comfort to me. I look at it and think she does love me, or I wouldn't be wearing it."
“Tonight it’s one day nearer you. Only eight more days. Twenty-four hours from now it will be just seven more.” Good night, dear one. I want to put my arms around you and kiss you at the corner of your mouth. And in a week, I shall!”
"I never meant to hurt you in any way, but that is no excuse having done it . . . I am pulling back from all my contacts now . . . Such cruelty & stupidity is unpardonable when you reach my age."
“Hick, my dearest, I cannot go to bed tonight without a word to you. I felt a little as though a part of me was leaving tonight. You have grown so much to be a part of my life that it is empty without you. How good it was to hear your voice. It was so inadequate to try and tell you what it meant. Funny was that I couldn’t say je t'aime and je t'adore as I longed to do, but always remember that I am saying it, that I go to sleep thinking of you. I’ve been trying to bring back your face to remember just how you look. Funny how even the dearest face will fade away in time. Most clearly, I remember your eyes with a kind of teasing smile in them and the feeling of that soft spot just northeast of the corner of your mouth against my lips.”
“Hick, darling,
Remember one thing always. No one is just what you are to me. I'd rather be with you this minute than anyone else and yet I love many other people and some often can do things for me probably better than you could, but I never enjoyed being with anyone the way I enjoy being with you. I couldn't bear to think of you crying yourself to sleep. Oh, how I wanted to put my arms around you in reality instead of in spirit. I went and kissed your photograph instead. Oh, dear one. It is all the little things, tones in your voice, the feel of your hair, gestures, these are the things I think about and long for.”
27 min