Lost Art of Letter Writing
Today, I got my Mother's family Bible out to go through it. I found a some letters she had saved that meant a lot to her. These letters gave me new insight into my mother and my grandmother. When my mother had turned 75, We, her children, wrote the little paper from her hometown requesting anyone who remembered her to send a birthday card. Esther Knaippelmeir wrote her a four page letter. My mother had been her teacher in a one room school. "In the early thirties," she wrote, "the depression years where nobody had much money. I remember the long ways to school, made over clothes, and sometimes not to (sic) much in my lunch bucket (usually syrup pails.)" She continued, "I remember when you first started teaching at Dewey, there were seven boys and one girl (me). Then later in the spring, the Bohling kids and I think the Mehlins moved in, that made about ten kids more. Then we had enough for a ball team." She goes to say that sometimes th...