By Kristina Oquendo As the lights dimmed in the theater, quiet eerie whispers of “Lizzie Borden took an axe, gave her mother 40 whacks, when she saw what she had done, gave her father 41” filled the room. As the nursery rhyme continued on, the space was illuminated with white light and ghostly projections of... Continue Reading →
The Memorial that Never Was: The Nutmeg Pulpit’s Tribute to Hartford’s Lineage
By Ellie Kelly Today, the parking garage at 1 Talcott Plaza is nothing but a liminal space in the day of Hartford residents. They park their cars, go about their business in Hartford, and return without a second thought of where they stand. But just about 200 years ago, the very same space that now... Continue Reading →