Earlier this week my grandma and I spent an afternoon together reading letters, telling stories, and eating ice cream. We read the correspondence of sisters, between a Midwestern farm in Indiana and the nation’s capital in Washington D.C. My grandma’s eldest sister, my Great Aunt Catherine, was laid to rest a few weeks ago. She enjoyed a long and lively career in the city while my grandma raised a family as the wife of a professor near their hometown. My grandma laughed and laughed as she read aloud one letter she wrote her eldest sister in the ’40s (thanking her for the use of her high school formal and including a joke she had heard that day over the radio). The letters sparked many lively memories, which led to storytelling. The afternoon was ageless.
9 responses to “reading letters telling stories”
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Great post…glad you found the pictures!
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me too!
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Memories like these are what I treasure and miss most about my grandmother. Glad you had such a wonderful day with her.
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thank you! I know I will not forget our visits.
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What I wouldn’t give to have one more day with my grandma! Loved her so much. So happy you were able to spend some time with yours! 🙂
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🙂 🙂
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and now we know where you get your love of pretty nail polish from . . . lovely photos!
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yes! she even asked me if I wanted to borrow some of her “Revlon Red” AND she had regular paint on her hand from an earlier project. we like to paint 🙂
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My grandmother was a great letter writer and storyteller. Your post reminded me how precious the times I spent with her were, and thus how much I miss her… Thank you for sharing!
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