Coming back from Marin

Went back home to see my Mom and Sarah.

Came home the whole way crying.

My mom and I found all these letters from my Grampa's parents when they were dating from 1898 and 1900. Before there were phones or many cars. It is like reading their telephone conversations spiced out week to week.

I discovered they were adoringly in love! I had heard of how Victorian they were...My mom having met them much later in their lives. That may have been the case, but when they were young were they in deared to each other.

Letters of not wanting to wait to go ice skating together. (They loved to ice skate).

Letters of Clara being on the West Coast (teaching perhaps?) and Will having had given her a camera "that had seen the West Coast and Atlantic,,,that had traveled around so he was jokingly saying it would know the coast well).

Her being independent, working in chicago as a teacher.

And how beautifully he wrote.
How affectionately he wrote her.
Just like my grampa who wrote so so well, And we found his letters to my mom in the first years I was born. And all his letters would mention me, How is that Mollie. and he'd write my name with an ie sweetly.
"And that sweet Molly, I take it you have good care for her. And here is some allowance for Wendy" (my older sister)
And how sweet he was with my gramma, mentioning in almost letter how he was taking her around to get dolls, and how they got this great bargain on aShirley Temple doll. And how even though he loved trains, he would put her first and was all about driving her around to find her little old dolls....

How smitten he was with her.

And my mom and her parties, her parties in Ann Arbor with herscarf in her hair and her little black dresses. Then her boyfriend from Spain, and the Spainard family she visited. And her boyfriend from Turkey. And how beautiful she is and free.

How much she did what she wanted .