tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post4102063530582986402..comments2023-07-08T06:45:37.946-06:00Comments on Penrose Mornings: Blood Family Blog: Epistle from Dwight January 1, 1950Dwighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06174492647465668322noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-87754160317614109692012-04-07T13:55:16.101-06:002012-04-07T13:55:16.101-06:00Okay, time for me to chime in. Mother went to col...Okay, time for me to chime in. Mother went to college (nobody told her she couldn't) in a day when such independence in a woman was rare. Dwight (who lived for a time in the sheep barn) and Louise went to college (and Louise even picked pears),and no one told them they couldn't. In fact, wasn't it expected? (After all, Mother had a college yearbook!) I expected it, for sure. It didn't look like my dream of doing so would happen for a while, but Dwight took care of that for me, too. Hooray! We all took a turn! But, Judy, while it's true that Mother sorted the letters and stored them in shoe boxes, you and Ann and I went through them and allocated them to siblings after she was no longer here. I still appreciate her foresight in saving them, and can dovetail them into the letters that came my way, which I saved over the years. Lots of history and stories, all worth while reading. That means when someone else gets tired of contributing, I'll have to get to work?Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14728351230605312730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-29195251033261080222012-04-06T20:17:47.775-06:002012-04-06T20:17:47.775-06:00P.S. I really wasn't through. Thank you, Dwig...P.S. I really wasn't through. Thank you, Dwight, for turning to this chapter on the blog. Don't stop.Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02569698790555557740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-18191441542676706782012-04-06T20:15:59.232-06:002012-04-06T20:15:59.232-06:00Great comment, Ann. I was just thinking that when ...Great comment, Ann. I was just thinking that when these letters made it to our mailbox, we read and reread them. And then Mother carefully put them away. We would not have had access had she not done so. Remember when her life was looking more defined and she sorted through all of her letters and then gave each of us a box containing what we had written home over the years?Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02569698790555557740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-85764822471892650132012-04-06T16:28:57.263-06:002012-04-06T16:28:57.263-06:00You thought you could do what was ahead of you bec...You thought you could do what was ahead of you because no one ever told you it was impossible, or that you couldn't do it. <br />When John lost his arm, the psychologist at Primary Children's Hospital told us that as long as we told John anything was possible, he would never think otherwise. You wanted to go to college and so, off you went - and go you did. I love your story. There is so much to be learned from your "I can do it" attitude. I know it wasn't easy, but when I was little, I always thought you were off having this amazing adventure. The only sad thing was you never came home to stay again, and life became different in Penrose.Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06652616779595499610noreply@blogger.com