Because of moving the big bed out, I had to pull out the things that were under the bed. Not much, as we really aren't packrats, just a linens bag with our sheets and towels that we use each summer for youth camp and a box of letters. I hadn't looked at my box of letters in years, and I'd actually entertained thoughts of getting rid of it. But once I opened that box, I knew I'd have to keep it.
It's filled with cards and letters from friends and family. Letters from friends are bundled and tied with ribbons. We moved a lot when I was a kid, so I had certain friends I kept up with. I used to spend my algebra class writing multiple-page letters to my best friend from junior high school. (Don't worry; I did that because my algebra class moved too slowly for me. I was bored and had very high grades.)
I have cards signed "Love, Grandma and Grandpa." My grandpa died when I was 11. Those are now too precious to throw away.
I found a very large envelope with my dad's company's logo on it. It had our European home address on it, so I was curious about what large thing my parents sent me. Inside the envelope was this:
My daddy just wanted to make sure that while I was half a world away at college, I had a resource to let me know a little about my car and how it worked. Not that I ever cracked that book open, but it was a sweet gesture. And kind of funny because he had to know that I'd never read it!
The box of letters now has a new home under my bed. When I have a little time, I think I'll sit down and really read through some of those old letters. A little nostalgia can be a good thing.
4 comments:
That will be neat, to sit down and read those letters. I love how you wrote letters in algebra. There's no way I could have done that, I was so lost in algebra.
I try not to read old letters. It makes me cry especially the ones written by my parents the first few months I was here.
Aw, I love it when I find stuff like that. Yeah, I get teary reading letters from my grandparents and my dad, knowing that those letters are the only way I can connect to their words ever again. But it is a good teariness.
My mom recently sent me an envelop of letters I wrote her and my dad in the first few years I lived in San Francisco. THOSE are fascinating, because they return me to a part of my life that was very happy, yet ultimately quite unfulfilled. Amazing what perspective a couple of decades can give!
What precious memories! I grew up as an MK and now wish I had kept more letters. We lived all over and there wasn't email in those earlier years (I'm 32). I love your blog, I'm a SAHM who loves Jesus more than anything and my Star Wars fan of husband comes second!
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