Ok as promised, a photo of my silly, shiny shoes and Turkish wool socks. The socks are lovely, the shoes, well, maybe not so much,
In the spring and summer we eat lots of cherries. I noticed last year that when I do my knee hurts less. So, I have been drinking tart cherry juice everyday and it is making a difference. Just thought I would share.
My daughter is a high school history teacher. I think they must be getting to World War II in the year and she asked me if I had any letters from her grandparents during the war. I do. Of course I had to look for them but I found them. There aren’t many and they are brittle and fragile having survived a house fire and a car accident. I had never read them because I really thought they were private, even after my parents deaths. However, I did read them last night and this morning. I cried. I saw my father in a completely different light. He was just a kid. He was homesick and missing his wife and his life. He talked about kids they would have. I sensed my mother’s insecurity about him being gone for so long. I could sense his fatigue and almost desperation at wanting to be home. He sounded like a teenager trying to be a grownup, talking about how life was going to be. There are no words to express the emotions that were running rampant as I read. I will read them again. Someday.
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That is a really interesting comment about cherries. I've had knee aches recently (lots of kneeling on the floor sorting and packing for our move) I may treat myself to some cherry juice! How lovely you still have those letters. Precious memories
Hi, Angela! Yes, apparently cherry juice is a “thing” and it does seem to be making a difference. I think putting on more substantial shoes might be helping as well. Yes, those letters are very precious to me. I wish they were in better shape.
I read one of my father's letters to my mother during WWII, before they were married. Like you, I hadn't wanted to read them because they were private. It made me so sad. Right in the letter, which also had my dad quoting things my mother had written, was all the groundwork for the unhappy marriage they would go on to have. The war caused many hasty marriages, not all of them with favorable results. I haven't read any of the others.
That's amazing that you had never read the letters that your Dad sent home during the war. It sure must have been a very emotional time. Those letters are treasures.
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