My Mother's Letters

These letters were written to me by my late mother. They span twenty years of family life from 1976~1996. They were preceded by fourteen years of more letters which, sad to say, due to moving, I did not keep. From the moment I arrived on US soil my mum and I wrote weekly. Those hundreds of airmail envelopes and aerogrammes crossed the pond, usually by air. We were too anxious to share news to await delivery by the cheaper sea mail option taking a month or longer. Only parcels came by sea. Phone calls were on special occasions only as a 3 minute call in 1962 was $25.00. We weren't cheap, just poor!

Around 1996 my mother's health deteriorated due to her age and she found writing difficult. Correspondence became mostly birthday and Christmas cards with her always elegant handwriting eventually becoming scratchy and weak looking. The former long paragraphs turned into a brief "Love always, Mum". The telephone then became our method of keeping in touch, weekly phone calls with much cheaper rates, sometimes several within a few days when things weren't going so well. Her visits to the US also stopped but I journeyed home whenever possible.

My mother died in 2003 while I was with her ~ hard to believe almost six years have passed since that day.

How I treasure these letters I do have. Beautifully penned pages of news from 3,000 miles away. Some are sad, such as details of my father's illness and subsequently going home to be with him for a little while before he died in 1976. Then mother's loneliness during the years following her retirement, and her inability to ambulate on her own because of arthritis. Her letters always shared news of my brother's busy life........so busy that he didn't write me often! His university years, his tennis training and eventual Jr. Wimbledon matches, his romances, his years of interesting jobs, then his marriage and becoming a dad.

I read every one of these letters above on the one year anniversary of my mum's death. It was hard but wonderful to sit for many hours, sliding each beautifully written letter from the envelope, and reading about so much life, so much history. Many tears were shed but there were many chuckles too.

So this is why I am hoping that families will continue to write a letter by hand now and then. Sharing news in a letter that your child, grandchild, even great-grandchild may read some day, is an awesome thought. They will thank you when they find that hand written envelope, carefully remove the pages and read your lovingly penned words.

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