I’m at the halfway mark of NaBloPoMo. It’s been a lot harder for me to do then I thought it would be. I’ll be the first to admit that I haven’t been posting my best work. I can write better than the stuff that I’ve been putting up over the last two weeks. Sorry about that.
My mom, her sisters and my grandma used to write letters back and forth to each other to keep in contact. This, of course, was well before desktop computers were even heard of and calling long distance was very expensive. My mom and grandma always felt the need to use poetic license. I loved having their letters read to me. The embellished stories they told always painted such a wonderful picture in my mind.
Mom always wrote her letters in a steno pad with a blue ball point pen. Grandma wrote her letters on thin, unlined white paper using a fine felt tip pen. You had to be very careful not to get her letters wet or they would smear. It’s funny that I remember so much about those letters and nothing about the letters I know that came from my aunts.
I always felt lucky when Mom would hand me used steno pad and a pen for me to write my own letters on. I wrote stories to my grandma that were just as detailed as anything my mother wrote. Unfortunately my three year old squiggles and scribbles weren’t decipherable by anyone, including myself. I can only wonder at the wonderful stories I wanted to share.