Letter writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company.
My dearest Madison,
Sorry I haven’t written for awhile, I have no excuse. I’ve been very busy but should never be too busy to write to you. First, I’m so proud that you’ve just finished one year of college, that is an accomplishment that few in our family have done. Your Grandpa Leonard attended ag school in Madison for a short time but never thought of any more college. My story, you know, was to get out working in Marshfield right after high school and taking a few night classes.
I’ve had a fun spring, one filled with much fellowship with friends from church. I’m not sure what I would have done without them. They came out to my place right from the beginning, and made sure I didn’t get too down in the mouth. Leonard passing right after Thanksgiving meant getting through the winter on the farm, but I don’t know what I’d do without neighbors and those friends. More on that later when I see you.
Glad to hear you’re working at the grocery store. I’m guessing you make a patient and friendly check-out clerk. The ladies here at the IGA are so fun to talk to, it’s like a meeting of old friends when I go grocery shopping. And just lately I’ve worked a few hours each day at the Thirsty Bookworm on the corner right across from the gazebo. Dan needs help cleaning and sorting through books as they come in.
No word yet from your mother about romances in your life. And you won’t tell me either, would you Sweetie. I’ve continued to see my new friend Fred a little, and we sit together at church. Sometimes a group of us goes out after church for Sunday dinner. This summer I might meet one of his sons.
Enough, Madison. Just wanted to tell you I’m getting along, limping along some days and skipping on other days. Give me a call some evening, I’m up until 9:30 on most nights. Let’s plan on you coming up for an overnighter or two this summer, just like old times.