Today I'm sharing a peek into a special box.
My precious box of dozens of letters from my mother date back to 1977.
Sadly, I didn't keep ones which flew across the pond from 1962 when I came to
the US until then. It was the year we downsized, packed up, and moved south from
New England - but these I did keep thankfully.
I spent many hours reading them not long after her death, putting them in
chronological order with instructions as to what I would like done with them
later, realizing they are a special part of my family history. Mother wrote in her
distinct handwriting, her words always a joy to me being so far away from home.
In the days before computers, and when international phone service was so expensive,
we wrote weekly on those thin blue air letters, or sheets of airmail paper tucked inside
blue or white envelopes, often with the addition of a few blurry photos etc.
I believe that for both of us letter writing was not a chore but an enjoyable exchange
of our daily lives separated by those thousands of miles.
~ My box of beautiful memories ~
Michael's SCRIBBLE PICNIC theme for today is Letters/Mail - hope you stop
by HERE later to see what our group has come up with to illustrate such an interesting
subject. Letters can often be full of pleasant surprises. . . . . . . once you get past
the bills and junk mail crammed into our mailboxes or stuffed through the letterbox.