How sweet your reunion must have been with your sweet mother (who passed away just days before your wedding), your oldest daughter Charlene (who passed away in January) and the love of your life (who passed away in December). The love you two shared for each other is evidenced in the letters you wrote to one another while Grandpa was on his mission. Your love story is a Real Life Love Story. It inspires me to love my honey better.
Gwen's letter dated Mar 1, 1937 declared--
"I got your letter and picture to-day and decided then to sit right down and answer pronto. By the way--those are right smart pajamas you're sporting. . . You know, more dash. You make me feel like a very conservative person. I guess I must rush right up town and get a pair of fancy ones or you'll leave me behind the style. Anyway I kind of liked to see you perched there with those fancy house slippers . . .only why didn't you beam kid? Come on beam for me please. If you will then I'll feel more like beaming too. OK now we're both laughing be careful or it'll be a giggle. Remember how we threw dish water at each other and how you always got the best of me[?] You wait though. I'm going to train for a couple of years and then you dear old 'villain' I'll show who's got the muscle in our family."
April 18, 1937--A letter from Gwen reads:
"Darling,
Just think three more days and it will be exactly three months since I kissed you last and then only 21 months to go but I'll bet you a malt you'll make it 27 months to go if you learn to love England as you seem to have done already, but Jim dear, it's worth it isn't it. I'm so glad for you that you are enjoying such a wonderful experience. I guess I am a little jealous though. I wish I were having the same experiences. . . You flatter me when you say you are doing all this for me. I like it though. You understand how blondes are. I guess next best to filling a mission oneself is to have someone you love fill one for you.
". . . Kid, those were surely grand pictures your folks received. . . And say those things you sent your dad just put him sky high in glory.
" . . . Say Jim, how fat are you now? Have you lost any hair? How many towns have you been kicked out of? Say what do you look like anyhow[?] I've forgotten it's been so long since I had a good look at you
"About the Municipal swimming party it was sort of a bachelor girls affair so don't be worrying about who we were with because Maxine, Elizabeth, Bernice and about 3 other girls and I had a swell time all by our lonesomes. In fact, Jim you don't need to worry about me very much but I don't want you to take me for granted ever.
"Well, Jim dear it's almost the 'wee' hours so I must stop now . . .Be good sweetheart and love me as I love you because I do tell you the truth for I have nothing to conceal and I hope you'll tell me the truth also even if it's not so easy to take.
Love, Gwen"
Gwen's Letter, also dated Sat. April 3, 1937, reads
Goodnight Sweetheart
Til we meet to-morrow
With lots of love and a big X O,
Gwen"
Your quiet presence had nothing to do with weakness. Instead it had everything to do with strength. You held your tongue and quietly waited for a private moment to express your thoughts and feelings. You allowed Grandpa to rule the House with his tongue, yet you were the law governing Grandpa. Always with love. Always in grace.
"Goodnight Sweetheart
Til we meet to-morrow
With lots of love and a big X O,
Gwen"
Til we meet to-morrow
With lots of love and a big X O,
Gwen"
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