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Series II. Material from Joyce Hamilton Finch, 1930-1991 [series]:
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Correspondence
Arranged chronologically from 1960-1991, including a folder for undated ones. Mostly from the 1980's, they are letters she wrote or received and saved for one reason or another, including the fact that some are original art work

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Letters
Letters written to her by relatives, friends and clients after they learned of her cancer. Since all came within two months, May and June, 1991, they are arranged alphabetically and the sheets have been numbered for easy reference and order. Those that were "get - well" cards with no personal messages were not saved, but Joyce read all of them -- or they were read to her -- before she died. There is some original art work and some poetry including a poem Joyce wrote for a friend several years ago

An alphabetical list of correspondents, keyed to the sheet numbers, follows for subseries two and four



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    Documents generated by Joyce Hamilton Finch's death and funeral
    Documents include her obituary, "A Message from Joyce," and a transcript of the tribute to her by the Rev. David M. Evans, pastor of the First Baptist Church of Ithaca

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    Letters Herbert received
    While not technically Joyce's, these letters bear witness to the love people had for her and the impact she had on them. As with subseries two, the cards with no personal messages were not saved, the letters are arranged alphabetically and the sheets have been numbered. Dated between June and October, 1991, October was an arbitrary cut - off date



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      Diaries, journals, documents and writings
      Hand written thoughts and observations written on various size note cards, note books and spiral binders. There are two entries from the early 1960's, but they basically begin in 1984 and there are frequently long gaps between a run of entries. The entries deal with her spirtual growth, dreams, a wall hanging she commissioned, a story she wrote to amuse Kathy on a trip to the Finch family reunion in 1989 and her fight with cancer. Minimal annotation is added in brackets if it was judged necessary and obvious spelling or typographical errors have been corrected. The book she edited on Allan H. Treman is included

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      Oct. 26, 1961
      Just after talking with Dr. Greene, her gynecologist in Lexington,

      "Well, then what would you say the chances are?"

      "Not more than 50 percent. Not good at all. In another six months or so, you should consider adoption."

      I hung up the phone and stood looking out my kitchen window. It was not exactly a bleak or dreary day. The wind was cold, but the sky was clear and a couple of red roses were still blooming just next to a large group of mums, heavily loaded with buds. In spite of this, depression settled around my shoulders and the tears welled up -- and stopped, forming that lump in my throat. Even if it had been spring and the dry, brown grass had been a lush green, it would have meant little comfort. It is hard to face the fact that you and the man you love may not be able to create together a new life which takes on characteristics of each and draws you closer to each other. But self pity never drives away sorrow -- it seems to feed on gloom. There are others who, for one reason or another, face the opposite problem. A child to them is not a reason for rejoicing. Surley there will be a child whom we can love and provide for and as that love grows, it won't matter for very long (probably no longer than it takes to get one look at the child) that we are not the physical parents. I would not consider adoption until I knew that I could give a child the same love I would give to one I myself had born. Surely God will meet our needs, lift the feeling of depression and guide us into the completion of His will

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      Sept. 25, 1962
      Douglas is four months old; the healthiest, happiest child you can imagine. It is just as his father told him the other night after we got home from church: we are so proud of him we are about to pop. He is such a good baby and just the one we needed. Already we have been blessed over and over again and we are thankful to God each day for giving us this particular child. We could not possibly love any child more and by the way they acted when we took him

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      Addendum
      We also talked about color and looked at colors in the space where it will hang taking note of carpet, tile in adjoining bath and a framed paper sculpture which shares the same hall.

      We talked about dyeing the yarn. Barbara uses two kinds of dye -- one for wool and linen and a different one for cotton. We talked about warp -- there will be two warps -- etc. Here I lost interest. I am impressed with what she knows, but what I like is the interaction with an artist who can take me into the creative process, allow me to add my bit and then produce something that is -- somehow -- uniquely both of us. [Transcription stopped at this point]