Addendum to yesterday: Crackers
Thinking about letters, I remembered writing to my grandparents when I was young, sending philosophical missives that expanded the mind. Most often I wrote:
Dear Grandma and Grandpa, How are you? I am fine. I can’t wait to see you. Love, Rene
Now, sometimes I could vary the interest by changing the third sentence to something grand, such as, “It’s hot here.” “Today is Sunday.” “We got a dog.” Ah yes – the beginnings of a writer were borne out in that early correspondence. But the best part – I always got a letter back when I sent one. And since I’m still cleaning out that storage area, I am rereading some of them and thinking fondly of my grandparents today.