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Letters and Their Meaning over Time

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Over the past few weeks I have been thinking of the letters I have written, sent and unsent, and the letters I have received throughout my life.  The reason for this reflection has been a memory book that my cousins and I compiled for our Aunts-Mick and Connie.

When we began planning the book, we immediately knew we would include memories of Grandpa John and Grandma Esther as well as the picnics and holidays we spent together as children. And then, the Workman cousins asked for memories of their sister Cynthia who we lost way too soon in our lives. I was 21 when she died of complications from pneumonia and kidney failure, so was she. They were much younger, the oldest 15 and the youngest, just 7 years old. 

Their request made me realize that they too had lost someone way too soon. When I sat down to write that short essay I realized that one of the things I cherished most about my cousin Cynthia was her passion for writing letters to stay in touch. When she and her family moved farther away from us, and she didn’t see her cousins as often, she devised a “round robin” letter writing campaign, so that Peg, she and I could stay in touch by writing a letter a month.  She would start the progression, send it to me because she knew I was the procrastinator in the group and then, I then would send it on to Peg, who would write her contribution and send it all back to Cynthia who would then write the next month’s beginning letter, include Peg’s. and send it all to me.  How I looked forward to the mailman towards the end of the month when I knew a letter should be arriving soon.

Lo and behold, today, I received an email from her older brother who tells me he has a box of the letters she sent to him, and he will gladly share them with Peg and me.  To dwell in the past is not a good thing to do, but to be able to travel back to another place and time when you were young opens a connection to people that were very special and important to you and that is a good thing.

How often, when I open a box of the cards and letters that I did keep. I wish that I had kept just a few more of the everyday missives that I received from friends and relatives. I kept many of the letters my best friend Beth wrote to me when I was in college because she always included them with a card that made me laugh or remembered some event that she and I had shared together. She on the other hand, had a mother who saved a box of “school notes” that she wrote to me and other friends. Of course, it again had that “round robin” effect.

The year I had my heart attack I went to spend a week with Beth and her family. She opened that box and we spent a joyous afternoon, laughing until we cried, crying until we laughed because there was some sadness included in the writing of those notes. In the end, she and I were amazed at what we saw then as being obstacles and incidents that had the possibility of changing our lives forever, were in the here and now, not so important after all.

I guess that my intention for writing this post is to warn those of you who have the tendency to purge the past out of your lives periodically to be sure that you ask the question “Will I wish I had kept this letter, note or card when I am sixty four?  


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June 30th, 2014 at 2:56 pm

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Perseid Meteor Shower Holds A Special Place In My Heart

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I love this time of year.  I love summer. I love August, best of all, because it’s the month of my birth. A, I love it  for the shooting stars.  One year, my dad was out of work in August. A strange time of year for no work. No work, usually, appeared when the snow flew. There was no money for a birthday present. Luckily, Mom’s vegetable garden was fruitful, our freezer still had plenty of meat thanks to Dad’s butchering frenzy last November, and the hens were happily laying plenty of eggs, so, my request for corn on the cob, tomatoes, pork chops, and chocolate cake for my birthday feast would happen.  Mom outdid herself that summer with the best, most delicious birthday cake I ever tasted. Having had only eight, and remembering just four, it wasn’t hard for this cake to be “the bestest by far”.   Later that night, my dad took me for a walk.  We stopped on a hill that overlooked the creek that ran behind the house.  I was impatient wanting to know why we were stopping  He told me to sit down, and relax, count the fireflies. I did what he asked, but soon gave up, telling him that there were hundreds of fireflies, and they were moving way too fast for me to get any kind of count.  He laughed.   “Shhh! He said. “Listen to the silence, and watch watch the sky.”  Shortly, the sky filled with shooting stars. To say I was star struck is an understatement. I asked my dad" “How did that happen?”. Very seriously, he said, “I asked God to help me find a birthday present for you.  Those shooting stars are that present. Happy Birthday, Cat.” Years later, in high school, I found out that Dad and I had experienced the Perseid Meteor Shower.  Somehow, I still like my dad’s explanation.

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August 13th, 2010 at 4:40 pm

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