Thank you for seeing Sally. She responds well to your style.
Thirty years later, having re-read many letters dating back thirty years, I’m still puzzling about what my style was or is.
Let me put you in the pitcher
The words of a Yorkshire woman who was bringing me up to date with her family. Like many the complexity of family life it looks sparse on the written page. We catch a glimpse of survival.
Other similar letters updated me about young people who would now be in their 40s and who would be living with the impairments and challenges of their history and health like ripples from their personal big bang.
Thank you for your help
And many thanks for asking me and for the encouragement I got from all of you.
We would like to invite you to take part…
From weddings to conferences to gatherings of all shades, shapes and sizes.
Guess what? First conker!
That one from mum. She knew just what to send. Much missed.
Lots of thanks, love, best wishes for birthdays, Christmas and other occasions.
I’m sorry I’ve not written recently
I’m sure I must have sent this phrase as often as I received it. Unfortunately it remains true. There seems to be a common feeling that we don’t spend enough time and effort on keeping in touch with each other.
Reading all of these again has filled out the gaps, plumped up the personal connections and bought back a rich tapestry of relationships that thankfully has sustained me over these four decades or more (I’ve not yet found anything from before my 20th year). So much for tidying up. As for what to throw away, I’m honestly no nearer knowing.
In our life and our believing
The love of God
JAL 14.02.2019