Monday, January 6, 1862
Did not go out, first since in town. In the evening went to Wallachs to see London (…). Had a splendid time.
Tuesday, January 7, 1862
W and I went out to see Dora in the evening.
Wednesday, January 8, 1862
W and I went over over to the Himmann a little while and made a call in the Ushers.
Thursday, January 9, 1862
Started off for New York about 12. Spent the day with (…). Had a very nice time
Friday, January 10, 1862
Foggy day. Went in to the Farleys about 2. Stayed in the evening. We made up a party and went to hear (…).
Saturday, January 11, 1862
Did not go out all day.
Sunday, January 12, 1860
Rainy. Did not go out all day. W spent the afternoon and evening with me.
Thoughts on Sylvia’s Week
Sylvia seems happy at the start of her new year. I wonder if there was the same sense of melancholy found at the start of the new year as there often is associated with this transition in our present world?
It seems she is spending a lot of time with William and visiting with friends. It always makes me happy to learn of the nice and splendid evenings my Sylvia had.
It is bleak as I am writing this. The snow forecasts 4 to 8 inches of snow in New York City. When I was outside a few hours ago, the air felt completely still, there was no breeze, no movement, a gray day frozen in anticipation.
Today is New Year’s Day, 2014, and I found the day quite morose. Beyond tiding up and a quiet walk though an even quieter city, organizing images for my new website set to launch soon and separating my laundry, I spent time looking at Vogue online. If you can fall in love with a dress, well, I think I just did…
Photo by Marc Piasecki/WireImage
As silly as it sounds, I can look at dresses for hours. I think about them often, both the ones that I wear and of course ones that I wish to wear, and even more desirous to contemplate are the ones once worn by Sylvia. I thought that it would be befitting to find an image from Godey’s Lady’s Book from the exact month and year from her journal, just in case she was looking at dresses too, when it was cold and foggy and she did not go out.
As for the news…. I could not resist a post about a New Year’s Day murder from Sylvia’s world.
From the NYTimes Archives for the week of January 6, 1862:
The Houston-Street Homicide
Coroner WILDEY yesterday concluded the inquest upon the body of ANDREW J. FOWLER, who was murdered, on New-Year’s morning, at the house of ill-fame No. 80 West Houston-street.
A large number of witnesses have been examined during the investigation, which has been continued from day to day since Thursday last. There was a great conflict of testimony, and the jury found much difficulty in arriving at a conclusion as to who was the guilty party. The verdict at length rendered by the jury was, that “deceased came to his death from compression of the brain, from a fracture of the skull. From the evidence, we believe that said fracture was produced by blows from a club in the hands of CHARLES GOLDING, on the 1st day of January, 1862.”
Upon the rendition of the verdict, GOLDING was committed to the Tombs to await the action of the Grand Jury. The following-named persons were sent to the House of Detention, in Mulberry-street, as witnesses in the case, viz.: Julia Sherwood, Chas. H. Golding, Chas. Stelling, Lewis Maxwell and Edward F. Gallot.
On our New Year’s Day, 2014, the NYTimes headlines focused on Bill de Blasio’s swearing in as the new mayor of the city and the first day of the legalization of marijuana in Colorado. If there was a New Year’s Day murder, we do not know of it yet.