I didn't make it out the front door today. When four o'clock swung around, I tossed my hand in the air. Tomorrow. I'll definitely do my errands; I don't care for the consequences if I don't.
So, what did I so today?
Help the Husband sort through boxes of his parents stuff. It was tough, but it is time to figure out what to do with all of their stuff, the Mama's stuff, the Husband's stuff, my stuff, and the Husband's and my stuff. Have I said this before?
The boxes today mostly held stuff that belonged to Betty, the Husband's mom. Oh my gosh! We came across her graduation gown and cap when she earned her master's degree in her early 40s, her art work from her days as a school librarian, and letters from Betty to Jim while he was overseas serving in World War II.
Two cigar boxes and shoe box full of letters! Years ago we discovered Jim's correspondence to Betty. Oh my gosh, imagine, if they were put together.
I read one of Betty's letters aloud to the Husband. She wrote the way I imagined how she would talk to Jim at dinner as they each shared their day and discussed ideas and news. She ended simply, "I love you. I love you." Recounting it has me crying again.
How was your day?
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Oh wow....those letters are priceless and should be read so those words bring them alive again. It is so touching. I would wrapt them in a ribbon and place them in a hand painted box you will create. I would take a picture of her grad gown so you always have that since it meant a lot to her.ReplyDelete
I love the idea of a painted box for their letters. It would be easier to pass on to the next generation. At this point, though, we see no inclination of family history interest from the youngsters in either of our families.Delete
My day is full of blessing. Even at time I don't sound like it.ReplyDelete
Coffee is on
That's the way to look at life, Dora. :-)Delete
I need to finish my doors outside but it keeps raining.ReplyDelete
May sunshine reign soon for you.Delete
I agree … the letters sound like keepers for some other box painted by you. The thing about most stuff is that they’re emotional memories and hard to get rid of … but taking digital pictures of things is a light and wonderful way to store the treasures of a lifetime.ReplyDelete
If we can ever get out from under sorting of stuff, I'd love for us to scan their letters.Delete
I have days where I don't leave the house. It's nice. On occasion. It would get boring if one never went out, though.ReplyDelete
You say the youngsters don't have any interest in family history. I say, maybe not yet. There may come a time in the not too distant future when they might enjoy those letters.
I like to think they would. My editor's eye tells me this would be awesome to put together into a book.Delete
Perhaps publish them? :)ReplyDelete
That flashed through my mind. Ideas like this has me inspired to live a long life to see them executed.Delete
oh what a treasure trove. You must keep the correspondence ! That's a book,, a history lesson, a connection, all rolled up in one. Plus libraries like that if you don't keep it, for research. When we moved and did a big pre-purge, we had to set values on each item emotionally. Hard. I moved a lot that probably I should have let go of but emotions matter too. Of course when going through the emotional items of someone else it's different. I saw things from my childhood that brought back washes of memories I'd not have remembered if not for the cap and gown. Keep enough to remember, let enough go to suit your space... go slow. Love your pots.ReplyDelete
Thanks, about the pots, LA. If I didn't have a bunch of other things to get done, such as make lumpia, I'd spend the whole time outside painting pots and rocks and wood and whatever comes into view..Delete
Libraries, I like that suggestion. Museums, too. Things to consider. It has taken 15 years to address the Husband's family's stuff. We put it all in storage when his dad died and every few years opened boxes only to close them again. He's ready now. :-)
Just going outside isn't always important. It would take a lot out of you to sort through all those emotional things. Everything in its own time.....:)ReplyDelete
Thanks for the reassurance, Betty. The time has now revealed itself. :-)Delete