Monday, May 18, 2009

Gma & Gpa

My Grandma and Grandpa have one of those love stories that starts in 5th grade, and results in 60-some years of together-ness. They are such a great example of the commitment that marriage demands. I can only hope to spend 60 years with the boy.

On Mother's day, my grandma pulled out her 'treasures' for us to peruse, and after absolutely falling in love with their wedding photos, somehow I convinced her to let me borrow the albums. I don't even think I need to explain why I love them so much - I just hope you can see what I see.




A little bonus in the album - I found an old letter from my dear old Gpa to Gma. It's 3 pages long, hand written on the back of a Lumber company's invoice paper. Here's a little snippet:

Monday morning I got up, looked out the bedroom window right into the eyes of a big black cow. There she stood looking right back at me, just as if she belonged there in our yard. We had a total of 3 cows and 1 calf in the yard. Somehow she managed to get the gate open, and just walked in as if she owned the place. I had to put myself in high gear, and out the back door I went. Don't even remember opening the door. If I wasn't a site, chasing a bunch of stupid cows around the yard, in my short pajamas. I expected to have the sheriff arrive in at any moment with a complaint about some crazy individual running around in his nite shirt. Anyway, I finally got them out of the yard and I still don't see how 3 cows and 1 calf could make so many cow piles in that short of time.
I took a piece of rope and tied the gates shut, so put a stop to that old cow-play.
Today Glenn came in the
[lumber] yard about noon, and asked me if we were keeping cows now. I thought he was kidding me, but he said he had just come by our place, and there was a cow in the front yard. Well, you know Glenn. I wouldn't believe him. He stuck to the same story, so finally I thought that I would take the bait and come home and see. Well, as I drove in the driveway, there she stood, in all of her bovine female charm, just like she owned the place. She must have had a good meal, for she acted real nice to me, and let me drive her back through the fence at the bottom of the ditch out by the road. That's where she got out. I patched up the old fence out there the best I could and called the neighbor to tell them to fix the old fence.
What a time.
This stupid cat can't even keep the cows out of our yard.

Love and kisses and all that old stuff

P.S. This is all we got, there aint no more. Don't spend it all in one place.

Sigh... how sweet.

1 comment:

Susanna said...

I love this stuff...old photos and letters. It's all so poignant and fleeting. Thanks for sharing.