ALAS, MY LOVE HAS GONE! Jan. 20, ’53


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


Oh the suspense!  Does everything turn out well?  For those who have read me much you know I have a husband of 63 years, named Sammy.  Looks promising, doesn’t it?

I don’t know whether or not the “other” woman is still living but I do know some family members who know her are going to roar when they read this.  However, come to think of it, I guess I was the “other” woman!

In honor of Valentine’s day, my story will continue.  😀

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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14 Responses to ALAS, MY LOVE HAS GONE! Jan. 20, ’53

  1. ~M says:

    Oh I love this! Such a great idea! I have almost two years worth of handwritten love letters. I should think of doing the same. ❤️

  2. Faye says:

    Lovely idea. I look forward to ongoing. My letters home at the time my fiancé disappeared would be too painful. Not sure if I kept them after my Mum died. I hope I have something of the David Faye journey a few years later. You’ve inspired me to look. Thank you for posting.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Faye, I doubt that I would ever share if I had not won in the end! Really lost would be painful. My husband gets a kick out of them. Since we lived on campus, there were never any letters between us. Maybe notes in class! Could you write your experience in third person, or would that still be too much.

  3. Looking forward to the coming letter posts!

  4. shoreacres says:

    Oh, those emotion-laden years. It’s fun to think back to the trials and tribulations — especially when there was (as I suspect) a happy ending.

  5. dawnlizjones says:

    Ok, this is good stuff!!!

  6. Dawn Marie says:

    How sweet that you shared this vulnerable time in your life with your Mother. I’m certain she was truly touched. Hugs!!

    • oneta hayes says:

      Obviously it meant much to her since she kept the letters. It helps me to know that I shared with her. Thanks for your comment. I needed to know things like that existed between us – even now, even past eighty! Isn’t that something. I’ve always admired and appreciated my mother but I didn’t realize I ever saw her as I person I poured my heart out to. God is good. I’m sitting here “drinking from the fountain that never runs dry.” Good night, sweet lady.

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