My grandmother has been on my mind lately. Not just my grandmother, let me amend that. My grandmothers, both of them, my late grandfathers, all three of them, (divorce and remarriage), my sweetie’s grandmothers and grandfathers…(I had to save this and come back a few days later to finish the post) Her grandmother just died today. My mom told me my grandmother was considering destroying all her old love letters from my grandfather, when they were (in her words) courting, and shortly after they married and he was away.I can’t let that happen. I would love to see those letters. Gramma says she’s afraid what we’d all think – she said they are rather “spicy”. I’m not afraid of that.I imagine they’d be sweet, spicy, very human, real letters from that time. I imagine she would have been saving them all this time, tied with a pink satin ribbon, cushioned with dried rose petals from old bouquets. I’ve saved nearly all of my old love letters. I’d like more written ones, on paper, rather than email. There’s something that gets lost in translation that way. One can leave lipstick kisses on paper, or a little spritz of perfume.
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