Proof I Was Born to Write a Blog

Long before my Daddy developed Alzheimer's, he decided that he wanted to

save something special for me that I would enjoy in the future.  So he took

a cardboard box and filled it with things that I could go through after he was

gone.  He sealed the box with packing tape and told my Mom to keep it 

for me.  Mom told me about the box after Daddy died.  I knew that nothing

in the box was time sensitive because Mom explained that the contents could

be viewed whenever I was ready.  I was very close to my Daddy and I 

waited a long time to open the box.  I wanted to be clear headed and ready.

Yesterday I opened the box.

Inside the box were hundreds of hand written letters from Daddy to 

my grandparents.  We lived in a Chicago suburb and Daddy's parents

lived in Ohio.  He faithfully wrote them letters each week.  I wrote a 

post about Daddy's letter writing several years ago right after his

passing when I was preparing to write his obituary.  In that post I

explained how he wrote letters to his parents postmarked from all the

various countries he visited each year for his work.  You can read

that post here.

The letters in the box I opened yesterday were ones that Daddy 

wrote while he was home in the US, and all of the letters included

something about me.  Every week for years, he wrote about me

from the moment he found out he was going to be a father.  He

wrote about me while my Mom was pregnant.  

They called me "Bumpy".  My Mom ~ whose name was Dorothy, but they

called her Dot or Dottie ~ never got much rest while she was pregnant 

because I was so active.  

I also learned things about me that I never knew.  Once when I was 

about three years old, my Mom took me to visit her Mom in Indiana

while Daddy was in Washington, DC on business.  We rode on the

train from Chicago to South Bend.  On the way back some man from

Oklahoma was keeping me entertained by wiggling his ears.  I laughed

but probably got bored with the same trick so I said loudly ~

"Now take out your teeth", which made everyone in earshot laugh.

Now I can guarantee that I inherited this trait from my Daddy's Mom.

Grandma was always saying something outrageous that would make

everyone laugh.  Grandma laughed from morning till night and she 

made everyone laugh with her.

 My dear Mom and Daddy were older when they had me.  I was 

their first and only child and I think I disrupted their schedule quite a bit.

It had been just the two of them for many years before I made my

surprise entrance.  Keeping up with an active toddler is tiring when one

is a young parent, but I can imagine really exhausting when one is older.

Try as they might, I never wanted to go to sleep at night.  Mom

consulted with the pediatrician, and the other moms in our neighborhood.

No one could come up with a good solution to the problem, so

they just endured.  So many of Daddy's letters discussed the issue of

his little "night owl" with the grandparents.  

Mom would already be fast asleep (shear exhaustion no doubt).

Daddy would be reading or watching TV and I would be in my

room trying to guess what chair he was sitting in or something, 

anything from going to sleep.

Poor Daddy.

But, aside from being the daughter of a prolific letter writer, I discovered

the real reason I grew up to be a blogger and here it is ….

During one of my late evenings I shouted ….

Read All About It!

Even way back then I somehow knew that I would be a blogger :-)

Have a great weekend y'all!

Big Texas Hugs,

Susan and Bentley