
June 25, 1911
Dear Minnie,
As threatened, Walter committed me to The Asylum. The floors and walls are cold. If I had a windowed room, only miles of trees that never seem to bear leaves would be visible. How can that be?
Daily, I am forced to work in the fields wearing only a slip. The guards stare and jeer. Tuesday, surgeons performed a lobotomy on sweet Annie. Now she stares and constantly drools. Perhaps it’s a blessing that I merely get electroshocks to cure what ails me. Menopause.
Please try to free me.
Your sister, Clara