How fast the years go by! In 1994 when my mother passed away, I brought home some letters she had kept which were written to her by me in January, 1953. They were dated the 13th, 20th, and 27th, one per week. I didn’t read them until recently. Decided they would make good Valentine Day posts. Enjoy some laughter at my expense!
I was sharing with mom my heartbreak. I would never have believed I would tell my mother this stuff if I did not have it in front of me. On to my pain, dear bloggers –
“I have been feeling sorta blue and awful the last few days because Sammy and I broke up. He had made up with an old girlfriend while he was home (for Christmas). It hurt me pretty bad and I cried just about all day Saturday but I am getting over it. I suppose it seems queer to you to have me writing about my feeling bad enough about any boy to cry but I did anyhow. I went down to Audrey’s room yesterday evening and we prayed quite a while and made me feel a lot better but it didn’t take away the empty spot. I wish I could just forget but I can’t do that either. I wouldn’t mind quite so much if I thought she would be good enough for him, but (his friend) said she was just a little black haired girl who is nothing but a flirt. If she is like that she wouldn’t make a good preacher’s wife. Sammy told me that he knew I was better for him but he couldn’t help falling for her. Oh, well, one thing I’m sure of I’ll get over it and be happy. I just hope he will too.” (Oh brother, how my nobility shows.)
In a P.S. “Mother, don’t worry about me and think I am hurt too much because I’d lots rather it be this way than for me to have had to hurt him. We had a lot of fun and I’ll forget everything else. Oneta Ruth