Love, E.R.G.

Elizabeth Garrigus became my penpal when I was just a girl. Her light and wisdom shaped the woman I am today. I share her words here with you, for it would be selfish to keep them all to myself.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Crazy Weather and Kamehameha Day




Dear W,
Our last letters passed each other. In fact, we were probably writing them at the smae time. For we both remarked on the late snow you were having which I was watching on television. And we talked about birthdays, too. Now you know mine is April fourth (Aries); but all I know of yours is that you're a Capricorn. I hope for your sake you weren't born on Christmas - or the day before or the day after, but I hope it was sometime in December so you were a little tax exemption for your family! Be sure you tell me the date. I'll send you a real Hawaiian birthday card. Nice.

Your snow must be over by now, though the weatehr over the whole nation has been insane all spring. My heart just aches for all those people who have lost their homes, furnishings, cars - and especially their memorabilia (pictures, records, old letters, papers, etc) that can never be replaced. They've workd so hard all their lives for those things.

I guess your school year is over by now. Are you headed out west again to the wide open spaces?

Now about your letter an dall the thoughtful things you enclosed. I am so happy with all the picures of you you enclosed. There was certainly a difference in you from 1982. You seem so much more mature this year compared to a little girl last year. Now you are a young woman! I so enjoyed the newspaper articles. You gals are certainly active. I'd love to hear more of your scientific project.

Your letter was so cheerful with all the different color in it.

You didn't mention "Howard Huge"? I think I like him better than "Garfield", but not as much as "Snoopy". I'm writing this on Kamehameha Day. I'm sending you some pictures. I only wish they were in color. The costumes and leis were breath-taking beautiful and colorful. And the floats! Thousands and thousands of blossoms. People worked on them for forty-eight hours before the parade started. Even the horses proudly wore flowers. These are the programs that television should be showing on the mainland from coast to coast. I'll bet most of the people would be enchanted.

Thank you again for your lovely letter with all the pictures. Congratulations for being on the honor roll AND playing the oboe.

Love,
E.R.G.

1 Comments:

At 4:36 PM, Blogger Flutephobia said...

I don't think I've ever met an oboe player who WASN'T on on honor roll!

 

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