“Getting to Third Base”

Published: Thursday, March 21, 2013 at 09:17 AM.

It was November of 1955; an elementary school girl was writing to her older sister who was 50 miles away doing her practice teaching.  Fifty miles today is traveled at the spur of the moment. My commute each day consists of about 50 miles when I consider both to and from work. It’s just not that far.

Today we talk to folks on mobile phones all over the world and can send them an email or text message that they will get almost immediately. It is mind-boggling watching all of those words flying through the air.

This was about 60 years ago and folks still wrote letters; letter writing is an art that has almost been forgotten. Folks delete many memories when they dump their email’s inbox. It is one of the reasons I enjoy writing, I hope that someday my children will read some of my silliness to their grandchildren.

My brother recently gave me a stack of letters he had found that had been written to our Mama. Most of them were from her mother, sister and our Daddy. Mama passed away in 2012.

They are simply beautiful.

This one was written by her then 10 year-old sister who was 50 miles away in another small Alabama town, but still “staying in touch.”  So the little girl is my aunt and she was writing to my Mama, who was 21 at the time.

In this particular letter she began with the normal, “How are you? I am doing just fine. When are you coming home?”

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