Of course I never knew my maternal grandparents when they were kids because well, that just wouldn’t be possible now would it?
My memories of them are when they were in their 60’s, 70’s and 80’s.
They were extremely hard working. They were running the all-in-one store/tavern/gas station in their small town. Plus my Grandpa was a farmer raising cows and tobacco. My Grandpa was a big burly man with muscles like an ox. My Grandma was a slight little thing with a ton of energy.
When I think of my grandparents I don’t conjure up images of romance. They certainly had a union that worked and I thought of them as a great team. They raised four children together and shared plenty of hardships and victories with one another. But I’m sure I never saw them kiss or hug. I never overheard an “I love you.” There was no gift giving among the two and no elaborate anniversary celebrations.
But I know how in love they were. I have the proof. I have a handful of love letters my Grandpa wrote to my Grandma when they were courting. He was 23 and she was 17. My aunts have the originals and my mom made me a binder of copies of them all.
When my grandparents were courting my Grandpa was a school teacher in a one room school house and my Grandma was still in high school. They lived a few towns apart so were only able to see each other on the weekends.
Enjoy reading the following letter my Grandpa wrote my Grandma and see how their love started and went on to create their family and many more generations. Their legacy lives on even though they are no longer with us. I have their memories forever in my heart and I have these words to know that my family was built on true love.
March 23, 1936
Well Monday is almost past and all I can say is that it was just another blue Monday.
The kids were real good to school today, and I didn’t have to keep fire either so that helped. I had a new scholar to school today. It was Bobby Crumerine. He sure is the berries. He came up to my desk and asked me why I didn’t come over and take Marie K. to town anymore. I didn’t know what to say.
Gee I wish I could come up, but I don’t know when I will get to. I think I will have to take Dad to Viola tomorrow night.
George said he wasn’t going to Viroqua any more this week so I suppose I will have to come alone.
I sure wish you were coming home this weekend. I am afraid it will be an awful lonesome weekend.
It is almost eleven o’clock and I am sitting here thinking a lot and writing a little and all I can think about right now is you.
I am just wondering what you are doing. Probably out with some darn nice guy, and thinking how foolish you were to go out with me.
You said you liked me a little, but I just had a feelin you were foolin, but I hope not for I like you so darn much. I have been wondering whether or not it was love, but I guess it can’t be for I haven’t broken out with a rash yet although I have been looking for it.
I must close for it is getting my sleepy time.
With All My Love,
P.S. Please Excuse Scribbling I can’t do better I wasn’t cut out to be a writer.