Tuesday 12/4/19846:17 PM 33 F (1C)
Dear Kid in College
Working late tonight, don't know if I'll get home, thought I'd write you a few lines.
I called D-- last Friday - no answer. Thought he might want to go hunting with us. I'll try again this weekend.We bagged one 4 pointer. Anne had her sights on a spike buck but it wasn't legal so she didn't shoot....
How are you making out with your transportation home for Christmas? If you can't get a ride, make arrangements to fly to Avoca at Wilkes-Barre.....
Anne and I will try to get a tree this Sunday, also start to put lights up. I bought your mom a pair of roller skates for Christmas. She had to try them on, so she knows about them....
Not much to write about, swamped at work. I attend more meetings than Tip O'Neil. Also, I'm trying to figure out how 450 people wear out 3,431, pairs of gloves in 12 months. The possibility exists that some are using them for socks.
I guess you are busy with your finals. All I can offer is give it your best shot...I'll be looking forward to you coming home for the holidays. Hope I can see you for two or three days of the 23.
In closing, think about your transportation home for Christmas. Go to church on Sundays. Say your prayers.
Love, Joe
P.S. I thought I'd write this on legal paper - a test they give to lawyers to see if they can interpret black on yellow.
DadOctober 17, 1935 - December 4, 1999
For some real Wordless Wednesdays, go here.
I'll be wordful again soon.
(I just found this letter yesterday in a forgotten box full of papers. Notice the date the letter was written....)
For some real Wordless Wednesdays, go here.
I'll be wordful again soon.
23 comments:
Got me right. here. this morning. Thanks :^).
anne at annenahm.com
Oh, oh, oh. Wonderful. And what character in his face.
(I'm so sorry for your loss.)
What a guy.
It just dawned on my yesterday that it was 8 years. 8 YEARS! I can't believe it.
Something eerie happened to me too. I'll have to post about it. I think dad was waying "Hi" and "Merry Christmas" to us.
Goosebumps.
That was beautiful, Jozet.
The dates. Makes you think about if there really is such a thing as coincidence... I vote no.
I know you must miss him--I miss my mom almost every day (several times a day during the holidays). Thanks for sharing the letter.
What a lovely, lovely find.
Somebody asked me the other day if anybody wrote letters any more. I do. Becaue I have elderly relatives who don't have computers and Because I don't think anybody saves email.
The gov't saves all our e-mail for us.
Look for me in Gitmo -- I'll be the one with the scars on my knuckles.
I have a lump in my throat. I heart dads.
That was lovely. What a nice tribute to your dad, and a great picture.
I love hand-written letters, and your post is exactly why.
You dad looked like a good egg.
What a great thing to find...how wonderful.
And that photo...his face, his expression.
Ah Jozet.
Julie
Using My Words
Sigh. That was a beautiful find. Sometimes things just turn up when we need to see them.
Oh, I love this.
I have a box full of old letters my parents wrote me from college too.
It makes me sad that we don't write letters anymore. I doubt we'll be saving emails in the same way...
Memories. I'll always remember Joe at Knoebel's. How he loved having family all around him. How anyone could be part of that family. I'll always remember how he came back my parents' house after my mother's funeral. Who would have dreamed then that his own funeral would be too, too soon?
Just lovely. I save every hand-written letter. Thanks for the reminder as to why I do it.
Those are the kinds of letters I cherish. Thanks for sharing yours.
Well you got this lurker to come out with that beautiful letter.
A wonderful way to remember him.
I am sure he would also be proud of your wonderful writing on this blog. You and your sister rock.
Jozet - wow, great post. anne's right about where it goes.
There are no coincidences. What a wonderful gift from your Dad.
That is about the sweetest thing I've ever seen. :)
god.
wow.
J.
*sniffle*
he reminds me of a Frank Capra character; maybe the grandfather from You Can't Take It With You (L Barrymore).
(that's supposed to be a compliment. I have a ridiculously high opinion of Frank Capra and that film in particular.)
Requiescat in Pace, Joe Crosby.
Your Dad died a year-and-a-day after my own father. I did not realize that until now.
Amazing that you found that you kept that letter all these years. I know you treasure it. He must have been an amazing guy.
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