THE SOUND OF SILENCE
I read with interest how Linda K. Wertheimer longs to hear her late brother’s voice, if only for a moment (Connections, May 27). I think we all look back with longing to the time before death took away our innocence, when we were still within the womb of our family. I know what that feels like, because I also long to hear my brother’s voice again, and my mother’s. I do have a videotape of my brother, but I don’t want to see it, because it was captured during the ravages of his illness. Sometimes the memory of him is sweeter.
Susan H. Gyorky / Fairlee, Vermont
A year or so before my mother died, I took a new tape recorder with me when I went to see her and made a great fuss about learning to use it. She was amused and didn’t guess why I wanted to record her voice. I am glad I have it but hardly ever play it because it makes me sad. I hope the friend will find the fragment of Wertheimer’s brother’s voice, but she may still discover that her memories of family happenings are stronger.
Jane Poncia / East Boston
FOOD FOR THOUGHT
Thank you for your great piece featuring my food truck, The Dining Car (Soundtrack, May 27). I grew up in New York City, where my fifth-grade teacher made us subscribe to The New York Times. I would often be drawn to the Metropolitan Diary. Scott Helman’s audio pieces give me the same delight — they are small gems highlighting what is special, yet often unacknowledged, in the everyday life of the city. His pieces bring these moments into focus, and we’re better for it.
David Harnik / Boston