So, in the basement I have 2 rubbermaid totes filled with the memories of my past...from before I was married. I was trying to find a few of my old Brownie/Girl Scout pins/uniforms and I came across other treasures. Now my husband Ken takes pictures ...a lot of pictures lately. And each one tends to be scanned in. And he's going through old pix and scanning them in too. (Drives me a bit nuts since I'm not a picture fanatic.) But I guess I'm a letter fanatic. I don't have every letter written. But I do have lots of notes and letters written to me by family, friends and acquaintances that I just keep.
I have a Christmas card from a 7th grader named Brittany Bingham who wrote:
"Art isn't my favorite class, but I really enjoyed it this year." And I can picture in my memory's mind an idea of what this young girl looked like when I see this card.
I have a funny thank you note from my High school friend Will who closes with:
"If I said you're one in a million, there would be 5,000 of you on the planet. So you're one in 5,000,000,000!" haha. What a bright boy he was!
I have another sweet letter, folded as only a note could be folded back in 80s...complimenting me in several spiritual and sweet ways from a boy who had a crush on me.
Maybe I should scan in these letters or at least transpose them. Maybe. I love looking at the handwriting and remember the feelings I had and way these words make me feel.
Now, seriously, I wasn't diving into these past notes...just skimming a few. I did find one from my Aunt Barbara and her husband that was written a while after we were married. She sent us a silver serving dish and spoon and fork that belonged to my Grandmother Hatch...my father's mother. Also there were two "hand-fashioned dollies" (as she called them) by my great grandmother Isabell White.
"Your dad knew her well. She lived with our family before your Dad's mission. She did beautiful sewing and handiwork and taught sewing at BYU Academy in Beaver, UT many years ago."
Here is a pix of those "dollies."
I'm guessing these were tatted. Be assured, Mom, that I will be finding a white hankie and pressing the edges down on the larger dollie.
Here is a oil painting done by my Grandmother, Marian Hatch who is my Dad's mother. It now hangs in my living room.
I think it is such a sweet picture and it is perfect for my house too.
So, another "resolution" which I sort of talked about months ago...I am going to try to be a better card/letter writer. I started a letter to a woman who I worked for in college. The angel for the top of my Christmas tree is stored in a Priority Mail box that Kathy S. sent a baby gift to C* in years ago. I often thing of her and another woman named Ruth Vest. Ruth always said, "What a tangled web we weave, when we first practice to deceive." Kathy had the habit of saying, "that went up my nose!" when something irritated her immensely. haha. Hopefully she is still living in the same residence and will get the letter. Meanwhile, I better switch around the laundry and continue working on my Brownie/Music/Junior Achievement responsibilities.