Lettres de ma jeunesse - Connecticut July 1962

 

House Finch 

 Mama added this note, in pencil,  to Pa's letter:

Papa and J__ fixed the cellar drain and they have almost completed D____'s canoe - it looks "tremendous" as C ____would say - I say it looks pretty good. Always be at peace with God, little ones - that is the sum total of life!

Quote:  When thou art obliged to speak, be sure to speak the truth; for equivocation is half way to lying, and lying is the whole way to  hell. _______Penn 

Testing

Red-headed Woodpecker

Just messing around to see if I can get myself motivated to continue writing. I guess I've found the correct font for now. So that's pretty neat.  Puppy's Pop and I were at South Park yesterday and while he was flying his control line plane I was walking around an area used for disc golf and managed to get too many photos! It's difficult to decide which ones I like and will put on Facebook.

Quote:  Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything. ______Shakespeare 

It’s discouraging

 Darn! I really have to get back to my blog. Not sure why I’ve not been tempted to continue writing on a regular basis. Maybe if I decide right now to write at least a little bit once a week that would suffice to get me back to writing. I don’t really have much to say so I thought I’d copy out some letters that I have received over the years from my father. Sometimes Ma used to add a PS after she got home from work. I was working as a waitress in NYC way back then. My younger sister, R, would write to us. Us was my older sister, P, with whom I shared an apartment in the summertime. I worked as a waitress in French restaurants to earn some money to buy my books for classes at The University of Connecticut. 

I wish some of the new doodads google has added to blogger would get out of my way! If I wanted them I would have chosen to use them myself. I don’t like being harassed by an on line app! So I guess I’ll quit for now.

Quote:  Nothing can work me damage except myself.  --The harm that I sustain I carry about with me, and am never a real sufferer but by my own fault.  ----- St. Bernard