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Letters from Black America
Intimate Portraits of the African American Experience
Edited by Pamela Newkirk

Letters from Black America
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Category: Literary Criticism & Collections - Letters; Literary Criticism & Collections - American - African-American; Social Science - African-American Studies
Imprint: Beacon Press
Format: Trade Paperback
Pub Date: January 2011
Price: $18.00
Can. Price: $20.00
ISBN: 978-0-8070-0115-8 (0-8070-0115-5)
Pages: 400


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Hannah Grover to Cato, June 3, 1805
     "My dear son Cato, I long to see you in my old age. I live in Caldwell with Mr. Grover the Minister of that place. Now my dear son I pray you to come and see your dear old Mother - Or send me twenty dollars and I will come and see you in Philadelphia - And if you cant come to see your old Mother pray send me a letter and tell me where you live, what family you have and what you do for a living. I am a poor old  servant. I long for freedom - And my Master will free me if any body will ingage to maintain me so that I do not come upon him - I love you Cato, you love your Mother - You are my only son

This from your affectionate Mother -

Hannah Van Buskerk now - Hannah Grover

Abream Scriven, September  19, 1858

    
"My Dear Wife, I take the pleasure of writing you these few with much regret to inform you that I am sold to a man by the name of Peterson a Trader and stays in New Orleans. I am here yet But I expect to go before long but when I get there I want to send you some things but I don't know who to send them by but I will try to get them to you and my children. Give my love to my father and mother and tell them good bye for me and if we Shall not meet in this world I hope to meet in heaven. My dear wife for you and my children my pen cannot express the griffe I feel to be parted from you all. I remain your truly husband until death.
Abream Scriven

Roscoe Conkling Bruce to Clara Burrill:
January 3, 1903
Dear heart, I have missed you a very great deal - how much no mortal but me can quite realize. (You, dearie, are an immortal!) I think of you literally all of the time. In my office my mind refuses to bind itself to routine duties and insists upon planning dresses and tomes and receptions and the Lord knows what for you. I love you, darling, with all my soul. My life you are. I pray that we may be always the creatures of poetry and romance that now we are; I pray that I may make you always happy; I pray that your life will not be narrowed by marriage but enlarged: I pray that we may be useful and worthy always. Let us, whatever comes, never forsake our scholarly interests; let us never degrade our ideals; let us always live on the summits of experience; and let us always be simple and noble and sensible and just..

Your devoted, Ros

Clara: to Roscoe

Undated

My darling,
    
So busy have I been during the last few days that I haven't had time to write to my darling but I have thought of him continually. Indeed, dearie, I have found difficulty in studying for my exams so wholly have all my thoughts been with you. You may be surprised to hear it, but I find more pleasure in thinking of you than I do in studying for mid-year exams ...
    
Oh dearie I shall be so happy when I am with you always. And, dearie, let's do all in our power to make others happy. Let us not be selfish in our love. Let us not leave our mothers alone and have them feel that in their last days they are unloved .I want Mama to feel that as long as we have a home she has one too. I hope you'll let her know.

Your own Clara

W.E.B. Du Bois to Yolande Du Bois,


October 29, 1914

Dear Little Daughter:
     
I have waited for you to get well settled before writing. By this time I hope some of the strangeness has work off and that my little girl is working hard and regularly.
     
Of course, everything is new and unusual. You miss the newness and smartness of America. Gradually, however, you are going to sense the beauty of the old world: its calm and eternity and you will grow to love it.
     
Above all remember, dear, that you have a great opportunity. You are in one of the world's best schools, in one of the world's greatest modern empires. Millions of boys and girls all over this world would give almost anything they possess to be where you are. You are there by no desert or merit of yours, but only by lucky chance. Deserve it, then. Study, do your work. Be honest, frank and fearless and get some grasp of the real values of life. You will meet, of course, curious little annoyances. People will wonder at your dear brown and the sweet crinkly hair. But that is simply of no importance, and will soon be forgotten. Remember that most folk laugh at anything unusual whether it is beautiful, fine or not. You however must not laugh at yourself. You must know that brown is as pretty as white or prettier and crinkly hair as straight though it is harder to comb. The main thing is the YOU beneath the clothes and skin -- the ability to do, the will to conquer, the determination to understand and know this great, wonderful, curious world.... [Don't shrink from new experiences and custom. Take the cold bath bravely. Enter into the spirit of your big bedroom. Enjoy what is and not pine for what is not. Read some good, heavy, serious books just for discipline. Take yourself in hand and master yourself. Make yourself do unpleasant things, so as to gain the upper hand of your soul.
     
Above all, remember your father loves you and believes in you and expects you to be a wonderful woman.]
     
I shall write each week and expect a weekly letter from you.

Lovingly yours,

Papa





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