I’m excited, you guys. Last week, my godmother sent me these:
They are a collection of letters that she received, separately, from my mom and my dad. They were written in the late 70s and early 80s, when I was a baby.
I read this one on Friday:
My dad wrote it in 1980. His writing reveals him to be thoughtful and quite spiritual. Also long winded. He wrote about me a lot, which surprised me.
I’ll write more about the letters soon.
I also started reading this:
It’s weird. I’m not into it yet. But I did check the copyright page. It was published in 1980, the same year as my dad’s letter. That’s funny, right?
I guess I’m going to spend a few days in the 80s. Maybe I’ll put on some legwarmers and crank this, too.
Want to join me?
Does that mean I can buy a Trans-Am and grow my hair into a mullet?
Thats pretty awesome about the letters. After my grandmother passed away, we found many letters between her me my grandfather that were from the 1940s and they’re pretty fantastic. There’s nothing better than stepping a foot into that decade for a bit.
I tried to read Still Life with Woodpecker on my sister’s recommendation, but couldn’t get through it. Let me know if you end up liking it, and I’ll give it another go.