Obviously, Dwight was kind enough to write this letter that I dictated to him - this is before the summer when he wrote a book to teach me how to read, and then gave in with disgust because I couldn't comprehend the symbol "ditto". Anyway, thank you, Dwight for playing with me and making pinwheels to entertain me, and reading stories to me. You used to be very nice.
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These letters, along with the hospital bill, tell a great deal of the daily doings of our family: who played with what and how.
I am sorry that I gave Dad a hard time. It appears that Dad was not used to being left alone with the kids. For Mother, it had been her life.
Now I would like to take a poll to see how many think that Dwight deserved his shiner......
This was a great post, thank you!
And when we talk about the way our conversations go back and forth today, do we ever wonder where that all started? As I read these letters and others that have been posted or that I have in my possession, I hear the same fun(ny) "stuff" that we do today in our phone calls, blog comments, etc. It is a cherished way of sharing our lives, twitting (I really like that word- which has several definitions but the one that fits is "to tease") even when we are miles apart.
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