I find that old letters are the same. They bring to life a different time and place, a culture that is so very different than we experience today. Reading through an old letter is like traveling abroad, experiencing culture shock and also realizing how much the same things are.
When I worked on the 100+ years of family history album, I went through old family photos, albums, and memorabilia. I also examined my baby book and found that my mother kept letters she received when I was born. This letter was from my maternal great aunt. I’ve lightly edited it for readability:
My Dear S__,
“Congratulations” on your new arrival. I was so happy when I got your Mom’s card that it was a little girl. That makes three baby girls in less than two weeks. Maybe times are changing this year for girls. I hope so. Everytime a baby boy is born I think how his life might be for Uncle Sam. A young boy today doesn’t know or really can’t plan on his future unless he is a farmers boy. It seems according to our daily paper that our county is going to be hit the hardest in the state for drafting young men in the next two months. It makes me have the chills.
Well, S__, where is D__ and what is his work? Do you plan on going with him or what are your plans soon as the baby is old enough.
I surely would love to have gone to J__’s wedding, then I could have seen you and the baby too. But I just couldn’t afford it for only a couple of days. You see we don’t get our vacation pay until we really want our two weeks vacation, and I haven’t put in for mine yet. Then on second thought I realized your Aunt E__ would have her hands full getting J__ ready today and all the excitement I figured if I was there too that would mean extra work for her.
Do you sew very much? I bet now you will make the baby cute little dresses.
Well, I will close for now and I want to tell you again how happy I am to hear you had a little girl.
Love to you & baby.
To put this letter into context, the Korean War was going on at the time and the draft was greatly feared. There were some ways to avoid the draft, such as being a farmer, married with children, or in school, although that was not guaranteed. My father was drafted when he was still in school and I’d already been born. The military base had a personnel shortage and did not care if he had a valid deferment. He did not go to Korea however. This is most likely what my aunt is referring to here.
My mother sewed – many women did in those days. I don’t know that she made dresses for me, but she sewed clothes for herself and curtains for the house. I learned to sew on her Kenmore sewing machine and used it for a long time before getting my own sewing machine.
My great aunt worked on a production line some distance from where she lived. She was very good at what she did, but the work environment was very strict. She generally took her two weeks of vacation to cook for the men when it was time for harvest. My grandmother took her two weeks of vacation at the same time to help out.
Some things were different such as the fear of being drafted or having been drafted and not knowing where you’ll be going. Other things though remain the same, such as the affection for family and the balancing of our jobs and personal life.
My sister and I wrote letters to each other for years. I’ve kept many of them and enjoy reading the time capsule of what we were doing at the moment. Facebook and E-mail does the same, albeit in real time. I see how my cousin visited her children and how my other cousin’s son complained when his Mom made him the designated driver one weekend. I was happy when a long-time friend posted pictures of his second grandchild.
It’s important to share in each other’s life and leave a trail for the future generations to know who we are and what was important to us. Although our priorities constantly change, in the end this is the only way the next generations will know who we were.
Here I am with my maternal grandmother.
Word for tomorrow – SECURITY. If you prefer to work ahead, see the list for the week under “A Word A Day”.
I am a backyard adventurer, philosopher and observer, recording my life in journals and photographs. Visit my blog at www.livingtheseasons.com.