Today is G-mama’s
birthday.
She would have been 102
if she were still alive,
And I’d have been right
there interviewing her.
Since I can’t interview
G-mama in real time,
I thought I’d look back
at her life
And share her answer to
this question:
How did you tell
G-daddy that my mom had been born?
This answer is from a
letter that G-mama wrote G-daddy during WWII.
My mom has all of their
remaining correspondence from the war.
I’ve been reading their
letters off and on for the past week,
And I’ve laughed, and
cried, and awwwww-ed, and felt privileged to have such treasure.
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Tuesday Night
My Love,
Junior has come and
Junior is a darling little girl. My last letter to you was written Saturday
night, so considering the happenings since that time, I could write you a many
page letter. However, I’ll have to take it by steps. It’s killing me that I haven’t
any address and can’t let you know the news as yet. However, I hope for a
letter tomorrow and then I’ll rush a telegram.
Let me get to your
daughter, ‘cause I have a feeling you might be interested (ho ho)…She was born
Sunday night—12:10—so that means the third member of our family has a birthday
June 28. I was surprised at the weight—a nice fat baby we have, with a head of
long black hair, and with blue eyes. I had a time deciding about the name,
‘cause I wanted your help so much. I remembered, though, what we had said, so
it’s Sandra…
My mind is running over
with things to say, but my ink is giving out and it’s feeding time for our sweet
little girl, so I’ll finish tomorrow. I’m okay, and I love you more than ever.
The thing I want most is to see you and have you see the baby, but we know the
situation, so we’ll make the best of it and go on loving each other more every
day, won’t we?
Love Always,
Nina
PS. Thursday night: I
just received your letter and I’ve sent you a telegram. I haven’t been equal to
writing and I plan to write a long letter tomorrow. We are both fine.
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I always ended my
interviews with G-mama by asking if she had any advice for her fans.
I don’t know about you,
But I think the final
line of G-mama’s letter says it all:
“…so we’ll make the
best of it and go on loving each other more every day, won’t we?”
Friends: Let’s make the
best of life and go on loving each other more every day.
I can’t think of any
greater advice than that.
Amen.
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