I'm not sure everyone is interested in this round of correspondence, but I thought I'd try a few and see what you think. Considering that these letters give us a window on our lives 62 years ago, I find myself going back in time as if these days were only yesterday. It is true: I had two boxes of treasures when I left college. One was a collection of FFA memorabilia and high school stuff, one was a box containing all the letters I got from home for the years 1949-1953. These letters were my lifeline. I left home having barely turned 17, no money, no job, 2 FFA jackets, 2 pair of jeans, some tee-shirts, and that was about it. I hauled these two boxes with me from Laramie to Bozeman, then to Fort Collins, then to Ann Arbor MI, then to Fort Collins, then to Cheyenne, then to Washington, D.C., then to Ann Arbor, then to Penn State, then to Laramie, then to Fort Collins, then to Provo, then to Riverton UT. I never looked at these letters all of those years. It seemed sufficient to know they were there. Then, when getting ready for my 50th anniversary of graduating from the University of Wyoming, I got them out, sorted them in chronological order, and typed every one of them to put in my memoir of my UW years. Talk about reliving every moment of the past. Then, as now, I realize what treasured artifacts these letters are. I hope no one throws them away when I am gone. I don't know where I got the courage to think I could make it when I left home under these circumstances. On second thought, I do know.
Horse and Sheep Barn
January 1, 1950
Arrived safely. Hungry.
We dragged in a little after 5:00 tonight. I drove to Thermop, then Felix drove to Casper, I drove to Wheatland, then Felix drove on into Laramie. We made it in good time just stopping to change drivers, and then didn't have to hurry. We probably met over 2 doz. cars all the way down and there was no snow or ice at all on the road. Those sandwiches came in handy for dinner for both of us today and saved a half hour stop or more for something to eat. We fought a terrific wind all the way down which was the only trouble we had. The sun was shining when we got to Wheatland; it is clear tonight. Averaged about 18 miles per gallon in spite of the wind, which wasn't too bad, but it took a quart of oil.
Note: about 15 miles north of Laramie, Felix (Felix Bessler, my high school classmate) told me that his friend had a cute blonde girl friend named Velna that I should call when we got to Laramie. Who knew that 62 years later she is still in the other room watching All My Children. My door is closed so I don't have to listen to it. Note also that this letter took probably 4 or 5 days to get back to Penrose, so my parents and family had to wait for days to know that I arrived safely. At that point, we had no telephone at home.