Bags full of papers have gone the way of the recycle bin and stacks of various books have gone to the local library sale and some to Goodwill. A binder filled with clippings about books I might want to read someday, entire literary review sections of newspapers some date in the 1990's.
|Bottom shelves were cleared, this is a pic before purging|
But here was a 1988 letter from Florence, that was so coincidental I thought it worth recording on the blog. We ultimately ended up being her overseers, care takers. Yet over the years at least my relationship with her was not always positive, sometimes it was downright frustrating, contentious even, she could be a very difficult person. But reflection of memory is a strange thing, in that once someone is gone, we, or I at least, forget the less joyful moments and remember the good. In 1988 we did not have cell phones, email,Facebook, or texting, all preferred methods of communication today. For me today, there is nothing like texting and Facebook, I can be in touch instantly with friends/family all over the country and world, I do not have to log in nor do others have to sign in. But enough digression as I tie the coincidental span of these years.
Easily it starts, it is 2018 now and Florence, aka MIL, passed in 2013 at age 96, her birthday was January 30th and she'd have been 101 this year. But in 1988 she was only 60, younger than I am now and she was reminiscing about a Christmas program in which she participated as a young girl. In this first paragraph of the 4 page letter she tells about the program, her part, and mentions Mr. and Mrs.Cass. Wow, our home was built by LaVerne Cass, the son of the carpenter she mentions. It is a wonderful home, sturdy, first class construction, over 4800 sq. feet, many features we enjoy, and we love it.
|Part of front, our home, built by LaVerne and Marilyn Cass|
|Florence Christmas 1928, program rehearsal|
|1928 Florence Christmas tree rehearsal|
But there in the album dated Christmas 1928 were 3 photos of Florence in a Christmas program garment. What are the odds, that I would have kept and now found a letter from Florence about that same event? These are the coincidences that boggle me, cause a sense of wonder, how intertwined life can be and where one event can lead forward or backward.
|Part of fron , page 1 of the 1988 letter|
All thoughts from the letter and there were more, I was reminded that Jerry bought my first diamond ring band in 1988 to celebrate our 25th anniversary, replacing the plain gold band we had for our wedding. I also recalled that would have been the year we bought the spa in CA, which I enjoyed until we left, nothing like soaking in there with a glass of wine, especially after a day of heavy gardening and pruning. And that's how 2018 and 1988 and 1928 all weave into one story.