In this story, Mary Morris conveys how her husband, Thomas, died in 2001, due to exposure to anthrax. He was a postal office worker, and had been for twenty-eight years in Washington D.C., and worked the night shift (he’d get home early in the morning, and they’d go out together to eat breakfast). One day, he comes home and doesn’t feel very well. The doctor tells him that he most likely had the flu, but, several days later, he has to be taken to the hospital, where he dies – about a week after first being exposed to anthrax. Mary then tells of how she lived alone after that, and how it took a while to get used to it. Her voice seems like it begins to crack up a little bit when she talks about never hearing his voice again, but she either recovers, or an edit was made. Despite this, the story ends on a positive note, and music plays to signify its closure.
I liked how this recording started out with just a little tidbit about how the couple met – about how she knew he was a good man because of how he treated his mother. Although not necessary to advance the story, it really helped to define the couple’s relationship, and provide context to the following story. The cuts throughout were very smooth and unnoticeable, and the story seemed to be told in a clear and straightforward manner. I was surprised at how positive she was at the end, when she said that it was only by God’s grace that only two postal workers lost their lives because of the anthrax scare. I thought that this was a really nice ending to an otherwise sorrowful story, and lightened the entire thing up considerably.
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