I have researched into Edyth's story and found a letter that gives an insight into the death of her son. I thought this would work well for displaying the story in the best possible way, hearing from her, how she felt and what it was like. I feel she had to deal with some tragedies, her mother died when she was young, her son died when he was young and her marriage failed because of the impact and strain it had on them. I feel her letters give a real insight into what she was like and creates a poignant atmosphere that I think would be hard to try and create otherwise.
edyth and norman
This is a photograph of Garth taken when he was younger, this is also a column torn out from a newspaper that was written for Garth after he died by my grandma, I feel as though this could also be used in the designs as nothing I can say will be able to set the tone as much as things that were actually said by people experiencing this.
The passage reads:
McQuade. - In everlasting memory of our beloved boy, Garth Carisbrooke McQuade, so tragically killed Sept. 1st, 1965. "Every minute of every day, we remember him."
-Audrie, Nana, Grandad, Dennis
This is the last image of Garth taken, he sits in his new car, august 31st 1965. On the 1st september 1965 he was killed in a road accident.
This is the letter sent from Edyth to my grandma after the death of Garth and the divorce to my grandmas brother, Norman.
Key parts of the letter:
'We all have our faults I guess, but look back Audrie -- have you ever heard me blame you at any time. As I told you once before, Normie is your brother and that you see and believe only his side of the story is something I have always fully understood. What was done took courage and a very good reason, which incidentally, whether you believe it or not, was not the reason you were given. It has been a long, lonely pull and there have been many times when I have been very tired of life and to have joined Garth would have been no hardship. We all need a reason for living and Garth was mine, without him there was little left. I think I know just what you feel when you say 'Xmas will never be the same, ever.' I exist but for me, life will never be the same, and I think you would find me a very different person to what you used to know.
I know what your children mean to you Audrie and I think perhaps you are one of the few people who realise just how much he did mean to me. We were friends as well as mother and son, and it is only my many happy memories of him that makes his loss bearable.
However, life begins to be showing, somewhat hazy, but nevertheless a pattern, for peace of mind, and what I hope will be a little happiness maybe.
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