The Keys of the
Kingdom
Sylvia K., Chicago, Illinois.
(p. 304 in 2nd and 3rd editions.)
Pioneers of A.A.
"This
worldly lady helped to develop A.A. in Chicago and thus passed her keys
to many."
According to
member list index cards kept by the Chicago group, Sylvia's date of
sobriety was September 13, 1939. Because of slips by Marty M. ("Women
Suffer Too,") Sylvia may have been the first woman to achieve long term
sobriety.
Sylvia was
raised in a good environment with loving and conscientious parents and
given every advantage: the best schools, summer camps, resort vacations
and travel. She had her first drink at sixteen and loved what it did for
her.
She was the
product of the post-war prohibition era of the roaring '20s. She married
at twenty, had two children, and was divorced at twenty-three. This gave
her a good excuse to drink. By twenty-five she had developed into an
alcoholic.
She began
making the rounds of the doctors in the hope that one of them might find
a cure for her accumulating ailments, most of whom prescribed sedatives
and advised rest and moderation.
Between the
ages of twenty-five and thirty she tried everything. She moved to
Chicago thinking a new environment would help. She tried all sorts of
things to control her drinking: the beer diet, the wine diet, timing,
measuring, and spacing of drinks. Nothing worked.
The next three
years saw her in sanitariums, once in a ten-day coma from which she very
nearly died. She wanted to die, but had lost the courage to try.
For about one
year prior to this time there was one doctor who did not give up on her.
He tried everything he could think of, including having her go to mass
every morning at six a.m., and performing the most menial labor for his
charity patients. This doctor apparently had the intuitive knowledge
that spirituality and helping others might be the answer.
In the 1939
this doctor heard of the book Alcoholics Anonymous and wrote to New York
for a copy. After reading it he tucked it under his arm and called on
Sylvia. That visit marked the turning point of her life.
He must have
studied the book carefully because he took its advice. He gave her the
cold, hard facts about her condition, and that she would either die of
acute alcoholism, develop a wet brain, or have to be put away
permanently.
Then he told
her of the handful of people in Akron and New York who seemed to have
worked out a technique for arresting their alcoholism. He asked her to
read the book and to talk with a man who experiencing success by using
this plan. This was Earl T. ("He Sold Himself Short"), the "Mr. T." to
whom she refers on page 309.
Earl suggested
she visit Akron. According to Bill W., she got off to a slow start
there, and may also have been a pill addict. She took a lot of "little
white pills" which she claimed were saccharin, and no one could
understand why she was so rubber-legged. A nurse was flown in,
presumably from Chicago, to take care of her.
Sylvia stayed
two weeks at Clarence (Clarence S., "The Home Brewmeister") and Dorothy
S.'s home in Cleveland. She met Dr. Bob, who brought other A.A. men to
meet her. Dorothy S. said that the men "were only too willing to talk to
her after they saw her." Sylvia was a glamorous
divorcee, extremely good looking, and rich. But these attractions
probably did not help her with the wives of the alcoholics, who were
known on occasion to run women out.
After meeting Dr. Bob she wanted to move to Akron, but this caused great
consternation, since her presence threatened to disrupt the whole group.
Someone told her it would mean a great deal more if she could go back
and help in Chicago.
She went back
to Chicago where she eventually got sober. She worked closely with Earl
T., and her personal secretary, Grace C., became the first secretary at
the Intergroup office in Chicago, the first in the country.
Sylvia updated
her story in the January 1969 issue of the "A.A. Grapevine." She tells
how busy her first ten years in A.A. were, but how all this tremendous
activity, by bringing her into almost constant contact with other
members, provided her with everything she most desperately needed to
save her life. As she looked back she realized this was the most
excitingly beautiful period of her life.
When she wrote
this update, Sylvia had been living in Sarasota, Florida, with her
husband, Dr. Ed S., and was soon to celebrate their eighteenth wedding
anniversary. "He is an alky, too, and our lives have been enriched by
our mutual faith and perseverance in the A.A. way of life. Through it we
have found a quality of happiness and serenity that, we believe, could
not have been realized in any other way. Small wonder our gratitude
knows no bounds."