Have you saved any love letters?

I wrote so many letters to my ex husband when he was at sea .. that I knew his 8 digit personal service number off by heart... and 45 years later I can still reel it off.... and all the letters were sent to a BFPO address.. which is British Forces Post Office... because clearly when a ship is at sea somewhere in the world.. it can't be delivered to the ship itself by regular methods....

.. so the BFPO office would deliver sacks of mail to the ship about once a week sometimes longer sometimes 2 weeks.... so by the time I'd sent a letter to him.. and he'd received it.. and then sent one in return.. sometimes he sent 2... there could be as long as 3 or 4 weeks between correspondence.. not ideal when the wife is home alone with a baby.. as I was and were so many other Navy wives
I know exactly what it's like. My wife was at home with our first son. I couldn't tell her where I was going or how long it would be before I could write again. Sometimes I'd get several letters at once.

Mail call Taiwan. I'm not in the photo.

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I have a memory box with a half century of cards, letters, and photos that have great meaning to me.

I rarely add anything these days or go through it, I know the contents by heart and should really dispose of it.

The good news is that one of the major contributors, over the past half century, is still a very important part of my life and that is what’s most important to me.
 
I still have the first love letter I ever received. I was twelve years old and in sixth grade. The letter was so very sweet. It was from Bernard, the optometrist's fourteen-year-old son who was in eighth grade.

Bernard would walk me home after school, carry my books, and offer me candy, but I hardly spoke to him, because my father would have had a stroke if he had known that a boy was pursuing me.

To find out why I didn't like him, Bernard even stopped into my mom's shop. My mother attempted to gently explain that I didn't dislike him, but he needed to stop since his attention would get me in trouble.

If I had been older, things would have been different.
 
When my father came to Australia in 1946 by plane, and we came out 4 months later because the boat had to go into dry-dock for major repairs. My poor father must have been so lonely in a new country and knew nobody. He used to write long letters to my mother, and she kept every one of them. My sisters and I only got to read them when our mother passed on. They were beautiful letters telling our mother all about this wonderful country we were going to live in. These letters were in an old box with a blue ribbon around them. He always ended the letter, "Give my little angels a kiss and a hug from Daddy"
She wrote to him, but they never kept her letters, don't know why. Only when my father was on his death bed, I told him he was lucky to have 3 daughters and it would have been nice if he had a son, only then did he mention there would have been, only my mother lost a baby before we came to Australia. That broke my heart hearing his story. Don't know why she never mentioned it to us. When I see photos of her, she hardly ever smiled and always looked sad.
 
I got rid of the letters from everyone, except the letters my wife sent the day before our wedding day. Smart, huh? I also kept the little notes I got while in school and college. I knew they had to be destroyed, or my marriage may have got off to a bumpy start.
 
We have kept all of our letters to each other, they are as special as the photographs.
Don's comment resonated with me, I still write, that's hand write, letters to friends and family, I also write to officialdom when I get their mail, again I hand write.
One of the UK's national newspapers is known as The Daily Express, a former quality newspaper that's gone down hill. They had a feature, that I caught sight of online, about the decline in handwritten letters:

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My youngest Grand Daughter can now text me from a secure program for kids. What do I get....gif's with cartoon characters sticking their tongues out and gif's of dogs farting....so much for the mind of an 8 year old. I am going to try and begin one of those add to the story things with her to get her to type words I think. Worth a try at least.
 
I would save them for a while, but like Patty, they seemed too personal to keep. When I got married, I had no love letters stored in a box somewhere that I would have to explain to my wife:

Wife: "Why are you still keeping old love letters from other women?"...

Me:"Well, umm, <cough>, You see. They don't mean anything, Have you been going through my stuff?, Gosh, well, they're not that important, Really, What are you doing with that frying pan?"
 
My youngest Grand Daughter can now text me from a secure program for kids. What do I get....gif's with cartoon characters sticking their tongues out and gif's of dogs farting....so much for the mind of an 8 year old. I am going to try and begin one of those add to the story things with her to get her to type words I think. Worth a try at least.
Give the people what they want!

Nothing wrong with a fart joke from Grandma! 😉🤭😂

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I have seriously thought about buying her for Christmas one of those farting animal toys, between her and her Beagle it will be going all day I am sure.
I bought one of those for my dog. He destroyed it in a couple of hours after squeaking it non stop. Now I just give him nyla-bones.

When I went through the checkout at Walmart, I took the squeak toy out of my basket and put it on the conveyor. Of course I had to squeak it a couple times. The checkout girl looked at me oddly, so I said with an embarrassed tone, "Excuse me."
 
I did have quite a few from various relationships over the years, plus a male penfriend in the armed forces in Nicosia many moons ago, those were not relationship-type letters though, but we communicated over many years.
I've absolutely no idea what happened to them all as I have no recollection of throwing them out (scratches head).
 
My late wife and I exchanged letters and notes over the 30 years of our marriage. Some time later, I met a wonderful lady and married her. When I sold my house and was cleaning out things, I looked at the things we had sent to each other and made I decision. We had no children, and nobody else would be interested in them.
I read them one last time, and shredded them, as they had no place in my new life.
 
When I was 18 we fell in love. I was working construction in Venice Fla and she was going to FSU in Tallacrappy. We would meet up about twice a month in our hometowns almost exactly in between. We would both write each other a letter each day during that maybe 9 months or so. I still have some not sure she does. This was 52 yrs ago. They are somewhere in my garage. I also have my very first pay stubs from that job in 74. If I knew then what I know now..........probably would still be a dum@zzzz.....
I still have a few letter my grandmother wrote to us in the 70s and 80s. I treasure them. I have one from my deceased brother too. Better I have his last email to me before he died. It's like his last words. I used to call his old voice mail after he died to hear his voice. He was 44 when he died of colon cancer......
 
My father was a very handsome man.He had a girlfriend until he met my mother. He said it was attraction at first sight, although he was in hospital having his appendix out, and her father was in the next bed, he asked if he could write to his daughter. He did write to her, and they did go on a chaperoned date. They did get married in 1939 and when they were at the station boarding a train to go on their honeymoon, the ex was there and handed him an envelope which said, "She made a mistake to let him go". My father didn't want to start the marriage with secrets and showed the letter to my mother, she got a big shock, but she was the winner.
 
I have seriously thought about buying her for Christmas one of those farting animal toys, between her and her Beagle it will be going all day I am sure.
Way back in the 1980's Angie Dickinson was on a very popular Chat show, there she met fellow guest Billy Connolly. It was her first encounter with him.
Billy's first appearance on US television was a flop, describing it on the chat show he said: "I was about as popular as a fart in a spacesuit." Angie Dickinson doubled up laughing, couldn't get it together for a good five minutes. What is it that's so funny about fart humour?
 


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